Dinner is nice when it's made for you. So is my family. So nice to me and that boy I married. But I'm tired now. It's exhausting to ward off dread for a day. And I really did do it all day. All through painting and church and playing with friends on the beach. Right through planning thanksgiving dinner with my sister-in-law through picking up my husband at work. And probably almost all the way through the first bowl of hint-o-lime chips. But sometime around setting the table, my reserve of "Fine Thanks" just plain ran out leaving me with nothing but "terrified", without the neutralizing quotation marks.
But truly, deep down in my soul, I am fine. Thanks.
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