This is going to sound cheesy, but I realized today that there is not much beauty in things since Glenn has been gone. There are still things that I like, like walking by the creek here in town with it's calm, snowy white banks, but there is just something missing. Maybe it's just that today was kind of a difficult day with the boys, so it's possible that I was just more down than usual.

On a funny note, I have to write this story because it is too funny. I am staying at my in-laws house, and my room is a renovated conference room (they are caretakers of an old mansion that is the community center) with a door leading into the one bathroom in the apartment, which in turn leads into my in-laws bedroom. Almost every morning, my 2-year-old, Jeff, gets up and opens the door that leads into the bathroom, and my MIL puts on cartoons for him while she gets ready for work. This morning, I was dreaming that Jeff opened the door in the dark of the early morning to go see Grandma. I only realized it wasn't a dream when I heard my FIL talking. Apparently, Jeff opened the door, walked into my in-laws bedroom, and said, "Hi, Granddad!" then proceeded to walk out into the living room. He turned around and came back, where my FIL aid, "Go to bed, Jeff." He came back into our bedroom and said, "Mom, wanna turn ona TV." I said no, that it was still sleepytime, and he crawled back into bed and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow, no exaggeration. I wonder if he was sleepwalking? How strange!