Well I am not sure what stars were misaligned this past week or maybe I was being tested because I hadn't cried in such a long time, but it has been a tough 10 days. Mateo was sick - vomitting and then very weak and unlike himself. There was no cheer, no dancing and barely a smile when he saw Go Diego Go. To top it off his grandfather (my dad) is in the hospital and I have spent the last few days being confused because of the weight of responsibilty that I feel has been thrust on my shoulders. I am trying to be a loving and supportive daughter and also a caring, cradling and giving mother all while being miles apart from one or the other. I hope the next tears I shed are for pure joy...I prefer those
