Sunday was much harder for me then I could have ever predicted. I was only 10 years old on 9/11, and now 10 years later, I have fully come to terms with what has happened. I read everyone's post and cried. Watching tv made me cry, thinking made me cry, pretty much everything made me cry. So I packed up Bryce and walked to the park in an attempt to clear my head.
It was so lovely at first. It was beautiful outside and lots of people were saying hello and being protective of my baby. There was a sweet looking family playing soccer in the grass, when I passed them by with my stroller they just stared at me... When I found a place in the grass for Bryce to explore, they watched me even harder. I'm not sure what their problem was but I can promise them that even though this baby is white, I was the one who carried him for 9 months and pushed him out.
When Beep and I returned to the house, we found that papa and grandpa had almost been arrested! Long story short. the police were very paranoid on this day.
All of these things had me down. When I was finally feel better, I watched Miss Universe. bad idea. These women were so beautiful and so in shape. They made me feel like a potato sack. I must say, I was routing for Miss Angola and I'm so happy she won!