..Is
Slowing
Beginning
To
Fade...
.
.
Every night when I go to bed in pain
.
Every morning when I can't pick my chunky little man up out of his bed
.
Every day that I miss something...like Henry's first field trip
.
Every hour that I wonder if I will feel normal tomorrow...next week...next month
.
Every minute that I don't feel good
.
Every second that I think this could last forever
.
.
My
optimism
is
still
here...
.
It's just not as bright as it used to be
