Long. Cold. Lonely.

Tonight during Snuggies I sang to Theo "Here Comes the Sun." He liked it. Kept saying "again." I don't have the best singing voice though I held my own in Ms. Mosner's chorus back in high school. I could sing the "Phantom of the Opera" medley with the rest of them.

Anyway, as I sang the first few lines tonight I got choked up.

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here."

Call me corny but it sure has been one long, cold, lonely winter. It struck a nerve. So long. So cold. So lonely. And Lord knows it seems like years since there's been sun, both literally and figuratively. The combination of that admission coupled with the profound feelings of love I felt with my arm around Theo made me weepy.

Now, we did get a spot of sun today. Weather in the fifties. And we had a great day starting with a trip to the Boston Children's Museum. Theo always gets a little overwhelmed when we first get there but he warmed up nicely when we went to the second floor and started looking at the turtles and fishies. Then we all had naps, played outside with the girls across the street, and capped it off with a potluck at St. Albert's. Theo didn't eat much but was a hit again with the older set as he danced around the room to the live Irish music.

Life seems so good on paper. And it's been a year since my first hospitalization. I know that because it's Girl Scout Cookie season and Jon brought me Thin Mints in the hospital. I feel grateful that I am in the comfort of my home with my Girl Scout Cookies, with my son, and not in a strange hospital with yucky food.

And I know that the sun has to come back. The laws of nature say so. It won't be cold and lonely forever. Right?