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spent today doing most of my normal routine. Went to the temple and did a demo, and then went to my other mom's house for a birthday party for all the kids and her husband. My nephew 'K' was there, screaming his little two year old head off when I arrived ( apparently the concept of pants troubles him almost as much as it does me) after a while everyone split, and I was there hanging out with K and mom...K decides the best seat in the house is in my lap. So okay, that's cool...we'll sit here and watch Ice Age while mom and I chat about life. It struck me then that K was just a few months older than my son would have been. Perhaps it's because things really do heal with time, but it didn't bother me as much as it would have even a few months ago...or maybe it's because I'm a deranged psychotic with little emotional control and less stability. Moot point I suppose, but I did notice something in me got a very odd feeling holding my nephew. Like somehow this was right, this is what I should be doing. I still miss my son, still mourn him, but it doesn't hurt as much right now. So yeah...this is me being thankful for small favors.