Somewhere between spending the weekend in a cabin with twenty of J.'s best, lifelong friends, meeting his mother, and spending 6 hours on a stretch of sunny New England highway, J. fell out of it. Or at least it seems that way. What happened to my afternoon texts and my immediate-response phone calls? Something is so wrong and I haven't a clue why. So tonight we have to "talk." Whatever the outcome, it can only get better from here.
And as my battle cry, I use these wise words from a beautiful soul:
"Be you. You are enough, and you are not too much." --JRenee