At her birth mom’s for four nights, longest time since we became legal guardians. We spoke to Punch twice and she sounds good but I am still....not settled. Tonight is nite three. Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?