Funky town

I'm stuck in one of my ebbs. A few reasons why:

I finally printed out the separation agreement, but it's been sitting in the tray for almost a week. Twenty years boiled down to dollars and custody and wrapped up in 36 double-spaced pages. 

And this morning, on the way to drop-off, my daughter asks: "Mommy, do you and Daddy still love each other?" Right out of the blue. I immediately told her, "Yes, of course, I still love daddy and I always will." I didn't want to say "we" though since I can't say for sure. That answer seemed to suffice because she moved on to something about princesses. 

And maybe it's because it's almost been a year since the confrontation that put us on this path. This is one date that I can't exactly remember, but it was not too long after the 4th. I'm really looking forward to the day when I can look back and think, "Wow, that was a really great time." A really great time would be really great just about now. xo, Evie