There is Always Tomorrow

Boy-oh-boy, I had a day like no other--I won't bore you with the details.  But, suffice to say, I cried so hard I threw-up.  Yep.  I sobbed and coughed and choked and up-chucked just like a two-year-old.

And it wasn't even 10 o'clock in the morning.

Eventually, I made it through my day; left the hospital and drove home; put the garbage cans away so the Caveman wouldn't have to do it when he got home from the gym I figured I owed him that much for snotting all over his shoulder during my cry-fest earlier and I looked down at my freesias blooming .

And this is what I saw.  Nature at its finest.  A metaphor for life *sighing with a twinkle in my eye.

And then the wind blew and the butterfly fluttered out of the flower.  Dead.

Well, there is always tomorrow.  Amirite.

xoxo Darya