Things I've learned (or relearned) in the last few weeks:
As much as I would like to be an athlete, I'm not.
I get a small high if I take Excedrin and drink a cup of coffee before 7 am.
Crying about Henry, in small controlled bits and regularly, is good for me.
My girls are growing up, so fast.
My husband is fabulous.
Cute shoes help too, probably more than they should.
I'm doing much better this week. I'm not sure why, but this week I can remember him and cry happy tears, which has been really nice.