I sat in my closet and cried today.
I placed fabric between my fingers, breathing in its familiar feel, as a single tear ran down my cheek.
It’s probably not what you think.
I want to tell you more, and soak in your thoughts about change, but not here.
I wrote about my Closet Tears at my friend Amy’s place, Coffee Lovin Mom, and I would absolutely love to take you there with me.
Because I want to introduce you to sweet Amy, who is kind and generous and true, and because someone needs to wipe my tears.
And I want that someone, to be you.
See you there! xo
