The kids and I indulged in the first picnic of the year, and I have a feeling that this year is going to be the best picnic season ever.
For the first time in a long time, I am beginning to remember what it feels like to be normal. Last summer, I remember watching parents let their little ones roam and explore, play in the grass, and pick things up with their hands. I wondered if I would ever be able to let go of Matilda.
But here I am. I am feeling a bit more normal, a bit more of what I was before almost losing my baby. The love I have for Matilda is bigger than the fear I have of losing her.
And that feels wonderful.
