Today, everything makes me cry.
There's no explaining it, rationalizing it. I won't try.
I'll be Forty years old in less than a month. In less than three months, it will be one year since the split. In two months time M will be graduating First Grade, tottering off to Art School Camp for the second time. It all keeps going, the numbers getting exponentially larger, the gulf between me and my former life growing wider. Most days are good. More happy than sad, more content than troubled. I am upright, I am moving. Forward.
Still, sometimes the sadness creeps in. Today, I am sinking. I don't know why.
Then, this email, from my daughter.
I know it's a small, silly thing. But on some days, like today, when everything makes you cry, a cupcake can be the small, silly thing that saves you.
Thank god for cupcakes.
