time

Its the first day of spring tomorrow.
17 days till I turn 35.  It can’t be true…

I am ok, my  job is tough, but I’ll be able to do it.
Its nice but weird to be back in Port, and I miss Sydney more than I thought I would.

I find myself in moments of reflection, now and again. 
And when I do, 
my heart still hurts and I still ache
for him and what could have been.

I haven’t talked to him much, I have been at work when he has called.
But I miss him.  I miss his laugh and his voice, having him come in and say "Hi"
Coffee & walking the dogs routine.
Hearing his mum humming in the kitchen and having someone 
furry come to my feet and rest his chin on my knee.

I miss being called Flossie & having a laugh when I get to work.

But I have warmth and sunshine.  
I have people.
I will have friends, and I will have my little man back,
& hopefully he will have a playmate in November.

But yeah.
I still miss… and its not all fairies and rainbows just yet.

I’ll get there.