My son turned 7 today, and he said, “I had a great birthday, Mom. Thank you.” Gosh, I love this kid. 
It was his day, so he got to do whatever he wanted at home. He wanted to go to the library with big sister, first time without me. They walked there, then right before I started to worry (LOL), I heard them walking back, giggling. He wanted grilled hot dogs, hamburgers and potato chips for dinner. I added homemade cole slaw. He wanted vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting–in three sizes. Jumbo, regular and mini. He played outside with his friends, had dinner and “cake” with me, big sis and daddy, then played outside some more. Now, he and big sis are sitting on the front steps, in the dark. They love being out in the dark. And instead of getting the usual 5 minutes, he asked for 10. I’m giving him 30. Then tomorrow his birthday gift arrives. PS2 with three games. Yeah, I won’t see him tomorrow. LOL
Last night, (new topic) I had a meltdown with Crystal. She listened while I freaked out. It was writing related and no need to get into the gory (what the hell am I doing?) details, especially since I feel a tad better today. Just a tad. The thing is, all the questions, doubts, fears and what ifs don’t matter. Well they matter, but they don’t change anything. And I still have to live with my doubts, fear and what ifs. So, even though I took today off, completely away from writing (well I thought about it a little, I couldn’t not), tomorrow I will get back to writing this WIP–even if it kills me. 
