There are only so many times Jackson can march back and forth through the three rooms that are our apartment. His pity party? Seeping out in temper tantrums - practically begging for more play, more time with mama. Time that I haven't been giving him because I have been lost in my misery.
Then Kris broke my little violin - popped the string of my misery and sent me and little man to the park after dinner. Alone. It wasn't fancy; the trip didn't cost any money but we were outside together. We played, laughed and just were.
Family time. One-on-one. Date Night. It has all been few and far between.
Until the last few days. We've walked the dogs around the apartment complex. We've gone to the park even if it means taking thirty minutes to get my mom ready. Today? Kris went in to work early and we ruined our dinner with frozen yogurt. It wasn't fancy but we were communicating, spending time together. He keeps chipping away at the ice on my heart that insane husband of mine.
I prefer it not to be fancy!