We had a quiet dinner last night. The invitation was very last minute. Which, if you know me well, you know how much of a planner I am in regard to dinners and parties and dinner parties. It's hard to know how to meld together the joy and the melancholy. So I avoided the issue until the 11th hour and then sent a hasty email to very few.
Of course, dessert included strawberries. We sang Happy Birthday. Channing blew out the candles. And we remembered, with light yet heavy hearts the bitty girl that exuded big love. Thankful for her time with us. So deeply sadden by our loss.
|I melt every time I see this picture of Channing and his two Sophies. He loves his bitty girl. Both of them.|