I had a moment. I admit it. A moment of just sheer utter sad, thinking on the amount of death and loss and unpleasantness that’s been floating about lately.
I thought of my daughter’s poetry book, which she started after Kekoa died to work through her grief. Just as she was finishing up with it, now she writes about Apollo.
I thought about the little shadow in the background that used to flit about.
I thought about the happiness certain things bring me and the kids.
I thought about the things that my life center around, my life’s work, and before you knew it I had driven somewhere I wasn’t planning on going, and walked somewhere I wasn’t planning on walking, and signed something I wasn’t planning on signing.
I thought I wouldn’t do this, but I did.
This is Penelope. She is outgoing and awesome and I love her very much already.
I thought that might happen.