A Year Ago The Sixth
I wrote this yesterday, never finished it, and have no idea what, if anything, else I might have intended to say. I think I was in ramble mode. That almost never happens. Anyway, here is what I wrote about the sixth:
A short time ago I remembered that it’s the 6th. That means a year ago I was on my way home from Fresno. It also means that Sadie was a work in progress, even though we didn’t know it at the time. She’s come a long way in a year.
As have we all. It was a bit strange, arriving home, married, but wifeless until I returned to fetch her on the 31st. That was a surreal few weeks. It felt like nothing had changed, and was easy to believe the whole thing wasn’t real, that I’d wake up and find I had a hell of an imagination playing tricks on me.
Today Sadie is a demanding three month old squirt who thinks she’s twice her age. Right now she’s playing in an exersaucer, which is the answer to her problem with boredom. She’s not really big enough for it yet, but with a big towel folded up under her feet, she manages surprisingly well. She’s happier standing, or at least sitting.
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