On Friday, we’ve received some devastating news and ever since that happened, we have travelled back and forth to visit the family (I won’t get in more details for privacy reasons). We came home tonight, and I sat down on the bed, exhausted. Without thinking, my hand moved left, and
On April 28, the morning we would go spend our anniversary in Paris I woke with a horrible pain in my left foot. I thought: oh well, walked a lot in Disneyland, and my feet both hurt yesterday. Oh well, it will get better as I walk. It usually would.