Dear Cake,
You made it. You held it together for your mother & kids. Sure, there were copious amounts of sobbing in private, but you smiled when they were around. It wasn't faked. It was pure; it was genuine; it was full of strength & self-discovery.
You promised the kids you would get the Christmas stuff out of the garage & start decorating tomorrow. You followed through & really felt, for the 1st time, like a single mother.
Now your garage looks like a Tetris game & you are going to wake up with random bruises from moving crap to find baby Jesus & the tree.
You will spend the rest of tonight alone, music in ears, putting a freaking Christmas tree together because your babies deserve that joy when they wake up in the morning. They have been your rock(s).
Tomorrow is a new day.
