One day, one at a time.

Today is a bad day. I am beside myself and I miss him so much. I don't know what to do with my time. It's hard not being able to pick up the phone and call and text him. It's hard not to b able to drive over and place a card in the truck to let him know I am thinking about him... It's hard. It's hard. It's hard.
One day at a time, one at a time. Thats what I keep telling myself to get through the days. 1 month down, 9 more (hopefully) to go. It's hard not having my best friend there with me when I go to bed or when I wake up. It's hard not having him there to share all the exciting moments with like G taking his first steps or taking more and more every time he tries to walk. It's hard to not be excited when I tell him these things because my excitement of being here to see it is painful to him because he is missing that. It makes him feel guilty about not being here although he has no control over it. It's hard...
For one night though, I was able to be distracted and hang out with some amazing ladies. Need to do that more often. I had forgotten what it was like to laugh and relax and hang out. Made me forget the sting and the pain of him being gone.