Because there is nowhere else to go with this...

Today was one of those days where I had to wonder if I can ever really end this journal of sorts.  As much as I move forward and find there is less and less that can only be said here, I wonder if something will always come along.  And even if no one reads this, it feels so much more satisfying to send these thoughts out into the universe with a click of the mouse than to just write them down with pen and paper and shove them in a drawer.

I just don't know what to do with the People magazine article featuring now grown, former micropreemies.  Healthy, happy young adults who were all born between 23 and 27 weeks.  I don't know what to do with the image of their smiling, life-filled faces now burned into my consciousness.  I don't know what to do with the images of what they looked like at birth, so like my own tiny two, in contrast to now.  And more than anything I am weary of trying to figure out what to do with the swirling emotions that inevitably bubble up to the surface every time a story like this makes it way into the mainstream media.

If only I hadn't insisted on taking the boys to get haircuts.  That's the only place I ever pick up People magazine.  Little T was right (again), haircuts are dumb.