Survivor’s Guilt?
In my last post, I fretted that I would be plagued by survivor’s guilt for a long, long time. Not one day later, here I am whooping it up with my daughter, Adriana, and my “adopted” daughter, Brittany.
Boy, we live on the wild side: I’m eating spaghetti and they’re eating ice cream. The funny thing is, they’re eating ice cream and it’s not even being a temptation for me. If they had been eating Haagen-Dazs Rocky Road ice cream, I admit, I would have stabbed them with my fork.
The fire is crackling, we’re enjoying our food, and there are two new episodes of Duck Dynasty to watch. Life doesn’t get much better than that.