Somehow, it is the little things that get me through each day. The blurry pictures, the emptying of the dishwasher, the cooking of the cheesy quesadilla that keeps the dark clouds of pain at bay. Oh where oh where could my baby be, the cousin in Greece took her away from me.

Day 4 was a big day. Movies, magic and a touch of the spirit. Nobody messes with my Sunday, do you hear me KIA?

Cars, Car Seats, Swimming and Groceries. That about makes a day I’d say.