Today started off as some do ... incredibly sad. Today was a day set aside to complete a few tasks that have been put off forever, including packing up a few more of Aziza's toys. Certainly not all of the remaining toys, but a few that were not as special as the others. It is so strange to be packing and labelling boxes not knowing what their future purpose might be. Will they ever be used by our family again? Will it be in this generation or in the next? These are questions that I have no answers to right now. And so with much apprehension, a heavy heart and unanswered questions these loved toys were packed up for storage. It was just two boxes, but it was enough to break my heart even further.
After a good cry I knew I needed to get out of the house. So, I headed out to complete other tasks that were not nearly as heart wrenching. It was a mission for a Beaver Canoe Hoodie (uh ... yes, my Canadian friends-that's right) and necessities for Samantha's swimming classes that start tonight. I then drove around mindlessly for a while before facing home again.
Sam and I headed out after school to run a few more errands. Those who know me likely know that when I am driving I love to listen to music ... loudly. Well, today the radio had to be seriously cranked up for Samantha and I when Young MC came on. How Aziza loved when I cranked up the radio ... it always resulted in "dancing feet" and happy shrieking. Aziza loved music more than anyone I have ever met. The louder the better - that girl sure knew how to bust a move.
And now, after a lonely and difficult day, I have Samantha home and am getting ready for my dear friends to come over for some dinner and board games. It will be nice to end the day on a positive note. Some days are just harder than others.