I have been seeing my life as a prison in a way. I'm limited to what I can and cannot do. How people view or look at me. I'm a young widow. I'm on my own. I don't have a boyfriend/fiance/husband at my side. I'm not saying my life is horrible and I wear the prison blues. I do get three squares a day, get limited outdoor activity, work my tail off every day and rarely get to see friends. Ok. That was kind of funny.
|Prison blues at Alcatraz|
My life is good. But limited.
I'm traveling for work a lot lately. 2 trips to San Fran in 2 months. I'll be out there again in 3 weeks. My parents have Olivia all week. That's a lot for them to take care of her every day and every night. But this time I have in San Fran has been good to me. It's a lot of hard work before I even get out there. Then when I'm there, it's long days every day. The travel isn't easy and I'm usually super tired all week. But it's been worth it. I miss Olivia like crazy out there, but I'm so excited when I get to see her.
|Olivia's message to me while I was gone.|
|Olivia and Grandma building her first snowman|
|Olivia's first time in the snow.|