Two years

It's just a regular workday.  I was late getting to work, but not because I was crying or anything.  I just poked around.  I didn't think about it till I heard a siren screaming up Laurel Street at about the same time that it happened.  I hardly ever get real sensory flashbacks when I hear sirens or see firetrucks or ambulances or any kind of rescue worker's uniform anymore, and I didn't today either, I was just reminded and I wanted to talk about it but the preschool yard is a very busy place and you can't exactly say, "Hey, this is the exact day and moment of the second anniversary of my husband's sudden death and that siren . . ."

Anyway.

That's what day it is.

Yesterday one of my babies from last year turned a year old and got his first hair cut (he's almost as cute with the cut hair as he was before).  The day before one of the other babies turned six months old.  A week or so and I open the Teenaged Parents childcare classroom again, so cleaning it up is what I do on my breaks from the other center.  Life goes on.

That was one of Ted's sayings.