One step at a time. It's been a slow process for all of us. Last night, I made dinner, kids and dog underfoot as usual. For those of you that have been following the saga, you know that for the last ten months, we've been eating mostly in my bed, the dining room table one of those places where Dave's absence is felt so keenly, we simply couldn't manage it. So last night, as we fill our plates, Kate pulls out a placemat and sits down at the table. And I think, "Is she going to eat there all by herself?" And Zach fills his plate, looks at his sister, and walks over to the table. He thinks for a moment, and then says, "Mom, I think we should sit here. Sit here together and talk, like we used to." Oooookay.... Can I do this? Can we do this? So I sit across from Kate. Kenny hovers in the kitchen. Wandering a little. Back and forth between refrigerator and sink. Hesitant, unsure, looking at us out of the corner of his eye. Zach says, ...
...keep on keepin' on