Good days Bad days

When the girls were babies, I took them for their first check up with the GP.

She asked me how I was doing and I said, “We’ve had a good few days. Tomorrow might be different.”

“Yes,” she said, “its’s all a phase. You get good phases, and bad phases.”

In the bad phases, I remember what she said, and it gives me strength. In the good phases I remember to enjoy the moment.