I sat in Anna’s closet today ~ it’s a really hard place to be.
It was not only her closet, but also her toy box, apartment, office, kitchen, hangout spot and Baby Mary’s room. She spent so much time in this space being an imaginative little girl.
I sat in her space and cried.
I’ve spent the last 60 minutes trying to figure out what to write next. I don’t think there’s anything more to say.