Today is hard. It has been one of those days where NOTHING has gone well, and it is ending just as badly. Ever wanted to just sob, but could not? That is me right now. Part of me thinks I have cried so much in the past that there are no more tears to cry. Part of me thinks it is because I am saving up for a really horrible event. Who knows.
I still must come up with a happy memory for the day. A woman came by to buy 2 dog crates. She had her young daughter with her, 4 or 5 yrs old, Alyssa. Alyssa does not speak and is in therapy and special ed for speech. She saw a pink beach shovel, and when her mom finally figured out what she wanted, she was able to play with the shovel, and I gave it to her. She was able to say please and thank you, and her mom was really happy … and that is a good memory!