I feel like I've been doing better. With the help of a Diet Dr Pepper, I got my living room and kitchen clean and laundry just about caught up this morning. I've been spending time at my mom's house while my grandma is here for Thanksgiving. I've been working on my church foyer decor for the Christmas program. So, I am doing normal things, but still not feeling emotionally back to normal, although I am feeling better. I know this is a journey. There will be good days and bad. I'm still not down to having an entirely good day or an entirely bad day. And that's ok.

I was at Target today buying some boots I couldn't stop thinking about for a few days. That's when you know something should be yours. Jack was with me, being mostly good in the cart. I headed to the back of the store, passing by the baby section. The spot I bought those last few things for Brooklyn before she was born. I saw a precious rose print pajama I would have bought for her right away. Then I saw another mom pushing a stroller with twin newborns inside. They were asleep, and seeing them hit my heart like a ton of bricks. I wasn't expecting to feel sad, but their sweet sleeping faces reminded me that I wasn't pushing my baby in the cart. The hot tears started to well up, until Jack threw something out of the back of the cart and snapped me back to reality. I know those moments will come. And I hope Brooklyn is near me when they do.