The end of last month was Christopher Robin’s due date. Well, the fifth anniversary of Christopher Robin’s due date, but you know what I mean. It was an anniversary that popped up on the calendar and I checked in with myself to make sure I was okay.
I was okay.
I mean, I wasn’t excited about it or anything, of course, but I was okay. For reals this time. It came and went with me privately acknowledging the gravity of this missing space in my house, and then moving along with all of the fullness in my life.