Thursday, August 10, 2006

Hate My Way

When I was in 3rd grade my parents signed me up for swimming lessons at the local YMCA. The lessons terrified me -- intimidating instructors, a class full of strangers. My lessons were on a Monday, and my fear and loathing of it made the entire day miserable for me. On several occasions I can recall crying at school, knowing what awaited me at the end of the day. The sight of those paddle boards still brings a chill.

Today is the very same way. Two and a half days of bliss are coming to an end (interesting what constitutes "bliss" when the world around you collapses. It's all relative, for sure!). And, as we prepare to return for the next round, I hate what tomorrow brings. The shadows return just thinking about it.


Uncle Wolf said...

I am confident that Vampbaby is going to get through this, because I know there are many who express their faith in, and love for, the entire Vampfamily.

You can do this. :-)

The best wishes and prayers of many are supporting you. :-)

Uncle Wolf

Miss Andrea said...

I am glad that you were able to return home, at least for a few days. It must have been nice to experience the "normalcy" of being home as a family. Your whole family is constantly in my thoughts, and I have much faith that you will all get through this. I miss seeing all of you at the center, and can't wait until the day I see the whole Vampfamily walking into my classroom.

Lots of love,
Miss Andrea

Pete said...

Sunset people....night after night, doing it right.... ; )

Big hugs from the Dirty Apple. Hang in there.
xoxoxo - Pete