Friday, 23

Another warm, cuddly morning. Bought J. his Christmas present: a Hemingwrite.

Went to the gym, ran errands for Lily’s birthday, ate lunch, worked with Danny, and messed around with Twitter.

Had movie night with kids and watched old Disney Robin Hood. Ben and Danny laughed so hard. After putting the kids to bed, J. and I started watching The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby but had to stop because I was falling asleep.

Before we fell asleep, as we lay spooning, J. asked me if I thought it could work out between him and I. I said I didn’t know, but I was trying. He said he was trying too. I said that was the best we could do, and he surprised me, replying that it wasn’t, that we could expect more, ask for more. I said he never liked it when I asked for more. He said he did, I just had to learn how to ask. I asked him if the fact that he as trying meant he wanted it to work. He said yes. I said, “Eres lo máximo.” He said, “Eres divina.” Tonight, I will allow myself to feel hopeful. He said he had hope and if he can have hope, then surely I can too. Please, let me learn from my mistakes, let me remember what is important and allow me to let go of the little things.  I want to be happy. Being right just doesn’t seem that important anymore.