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It's been a year

A year since Daughter hurt her knee.

A year since Mama went cold inside, from fear, from worry, from anger and mostly from not knowing what the hell was next for her girl.

What came next I chronicled on my blog, sometimes with a positive spin, sometimes, in darker days, with more weight than not.

But now we're a year out. Not quite eleven months since her surgery.

And she is nearly, almost, approaching, some semblance of normal again.

A fucking YEAR.

But she is fine. And is getting stronger, and sassier, and loves Providence, and loves being in college (except for the fact that it is HARD and requires LOTS of studying which seriously steps on her social life).

And she's stretching her brain, finding her way far far away from her familiar ground.

I get to see her this next weekend. I'm headed to NYC for a conference and then some meetings with media, and I get to fly into Providence and hug my sweet girl and take her to dinner and look into her eyes and see for myself how she's doing.

I cannot wait.

We will certainly have a moment...to contemplate all that has passed this last year, and all that the future holds.

It's only fitting.
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  1. Lemon GloriaOctober 13, 2010 at 6:03 PM

    Oh, have fun with your girl! That's going to be a great trip!

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  2. StevieOctober 14, 2010 at 12:40 PM

    Thanks! I'm packing now, and have two cute new outfits to wear in NYC...feel obligated to look chic in the city, you know?

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