Were back and were brown.
Brown and tiered. It’s been a long day. The mini vacation was PERFECT, we got lot’s of sunshine and I swam in the ocean twice. Ocean love. I rolled around in my tankini in the white soft hot sand and I felt at home, as I always have by the ocean. Times like this remind me 100% why I moved back to the east coast from big ol Toronto. I can’t live without the ocean. I also met some marshmallow obsessed racoons who broke into our cooler and stole nothing but a bag of marshmallow’s, there were two loaves of bread in there….then the next night tore apart our garbage bag and took out just the empty marshmallow bag we had purchased to replace that which they had stolen, and turned it inside out and then left it near our tent as a " We were here, we want your marshmallows" warning. I told Dave that watching a family of racoon’s covered in sticky white marshmallow goo would make it so worth them making us drive back into town for more haha. I love wildlife, as irritating as they can be, they are freaking hillarious too. Perfect weather, perfect camping, perfect weekend.
Perfect day today wanding the ocean coast with my former midwife now become friend, chatting of the past, the present and the future. She swears I look so good and full of life. I swear I am usually faking it, covering up the giant chunk missing from the middle of my heart. The pain I live with each day. Hell though, if I can fool everyone else, maybe someday soon I will also fool myself.
Tommorow I start my new job. I am sad, nervous and excited. I sure hope I fit in, and I sure hope I enjoy the company of my co-workers as much as I did at the job I just willingly left. Well kinda willingly. Wish me luck.
Tommorow a stillbirth momma friend of mine, she who started the "Stillborn Babies Forever in our Hearts" group on facebook, is being induced for her second son since loosing her daughter Rebbeca. I will keep her in my thoughts all day. Good luck Jen. Good luck baby Logan.