Once. One day, in the middle of winter, I have to say....
Chris joined me for a tea party. We drank tea. He liked it. I couldn't convince him to lift his pinky though. Possibly because the tea was served in a mug insted of a teacup. And had cookies to finish it off.
I think I'm feeling a bit better. I don't randomly burst into tears anymore....I can actually control that part. Woot~ go me~. I'm just emotionally tired, saddened, and a little disheartened. All things take time I guess, and time helps to heal you, but getting there is the battle.