Ash’s & Bobby’s wedding was fantastic. Ash was on fire & hardly a bridezilla. The food at Justin’s grill was good.
The rehearsal at Dinosaur was bomb.
All the girls had a blast together. Every one is lovely & fun.
We’re finally en route to NYC & the tragedy in Orlando makes my heart ache. Knowing my son is learning about this world & shares in spaces that can become vunerable, how can I protect him?
I can’t.
Not in an ultimate way that is all encompassing. I can teach him to trust his gut. I can teach him to protect himself, protect others & not cause harm.
There is so much to celebrate & be grateful for. Great friends we love & care for. People that take time to meet with us, enjoy a meal together & to catch up, after years apart. Thank you.
Please reach out to those in need. Spread love. End violence, bigotry, & hate. Support one another. Donate blood. Work for a better tomorrow.
My son innocently naps now on my arm in our sleeper car in his first train ride. It is sweet. He is incredibly energetic.
I worry a lot now. About germs, his schooling, outside influences, his exposure to uplift his learning, enough leniency to help him develop self-sufficiency & more.
I have to work on trusting this process. Of his development & mine.
He laughs (nearly) all day. He’s fallen & gotten minorly injured often during this trip. I tense & let go (he’s okay).
Praying for the victims & their loved ones in Orlando. I wish we didn’t have to mourn something so senseless. I strengthen my resolve to make myself & my son people who help others. Like Hilary Clinton said, there are millions of (LGBT) allies out there. I stand with her & I stand with Orlando.
