So. Yeah, I'm back, and I'm not dead, but sometimes I kind of feel that way. Things have been shitty beyond belief back here, but I'm not going to go into any of that here. I can't, it's all too raw, too painful, too surreal.
The main thing is that my baby, my sweet, sweet baby, turned 6 yesterday (27th). I can't believe it. She suddenly looks so grown up, so BIG. She's a big girl now, ready for primary school, ready for big kid stuff. She's most definitely ready to leave kindergarten behind.
Despite the crappy atmosphere chez Magic right now, we managed to hold it all together and make sure she had a good day: "favourite lunch" at home with us instead of at the school canteen, sweets to hand out after her dance class, lots of lovely presents, cake with our neighbours this evening... She had fun, and I'm glad.
But she's 6 - my tiny baby is 6!
Wow.
Here's to hoping this is a good year for her (things don't look desperately promising from my angle, but she's an angel, my other bright and shining star, I have confidence in her resilience, her strength. She'll make it, and so will C. I'll give my life to make sure of that).
Pray for me, for us, people, please, I need all the help I can get right now.
