day seems easy and manageable, with a few moments of stress here and
there and a large amount of guilt thrown in (one dose every 24 hours)
as I head off to work or some other Andrea-centered Oliver-less event
that I attend.
But the overwhelming thing that I am feeling is this aching love that
I have for my baby. I call him a baby because inside I see that he
still has a baby heart, and dears, he is only 15 months old. Just a
mere few wee months has he engaged in this earthly activity of living.
Only a few months! I cannot believe how young his light soul is. My
little person. My tender little love...... I confess my devotion to him.