melancholy

I went to my nieces wedding Saturday. She's 19. I wish she would have have gone to college and lived a little bit before getting married.
I wish her the best.

I picked up a few things for my sons graduation party. I picked out his graduation card. It made me cry. Part of me still sees him as my little boy. Part of me wants for him to still be my little boy. They grow up so fast.

My mom was back in the hospital. I think that she thinks she's not going to make it much longer. It hurts seeing her scared. I know she doesn't want to leave us.I can see the sadness in her eyes, and when we hug, we hug a little tighter and a little longer than we used to. I love her, and I wish I knew how to make it all better.