I sang...

Today, I sang.

Let me back up.

Today, I enjoyed the weather. I ate well again. And I went to the gym after work. I simply walked on a treadmill. I walked because I want to walk in a March of Dimes walk, for Patrick, and I don't want to die while doing it. LOL! I did a little over 2 and a half miles (the March of Dimes walks are 4 miles).

Then, after going and getting food with Will, I drove home. And did something I've always loved, but haven't done in a long time. I drove, and I sang. I drove out of my way, and sang some more.

I sang some country, some rock, some sad songs, some happy ones.

But I sang, louder, harder, longer, than I have in a long time. It wasn't that weak ass singing I've been doing lately, the stuff that makes me cringe when I do it at Karaoke and sound like a asshole.

It was true, good, deep singing. It was the singing I did before, and during, my pregnancy. It was singing that I haven't gotten CLOSE to since I lost him, that every time I attempted, I started to cry.

That was some good stuff.