Today was a rough day for me.
I miss my son every day and I wish he would call and let me know he's OK. It for whatever reason was an incredibly hard morning for me, and once I got to work, I ended up in a heap of tears at my desk. My boss happened to walk into my office about the time I was melting into a puddle of goo. As I sat with her trying to pull myself back together, a bundle of roses arrived. A few people asked what the occasion was, and my first thought was "my husband thinks I am having a complete mental breakdown and is trying to head it off at the pass."
I have the best husband on earth.
By the way, thanks for the supportive comments and emails. I was not able to respond to everyone - either because I couldn't email you a reply or because it was all feeling too raw - but know that I appreciate you guys.