I hate having to be strong. I crave leaning on someone else and letting them make the decisions. I’d like to be asked, but it would be so odd to have the choice left up to someone else. Which is kind of funny. I rarely choose anything when it comes to my house!!! But, if I write anything more it will be whining. I am grateful for having a lovely place to live. I am grateful to have the ability to do chores here in Alaska. I am thankful I can drive mom to different activities. I am glad others see me as a person who will survive when it is twilight.
It is crazy, though, how a simple, complete hug will bring tears to my eyes.