I am determined not to cry today. Emmy and I ate leftover cake for breakfast in silence. I think she was too excited (and probably nervous) to speak. That was perfectly fine by me. Winston, however, was in worse shape than us. He was stress-cooking in the kitchen.
When I took the time to observe and learn more about him after our vacation, I noticed this behavior. Well, I recognized it from the past, rather. He channels his frustrations, fears, anxieties, etc. into preparing wonderful meals. He’s so smart. I don’t channel anything. I just let it out. Anyway, he knew we were already eating cake. He didn’t have to cook anything yet he made three different meals for all of us. Poor guy. We’re both losing our daughter today, but he’s losing his buddy.
Eventually, he pulled himself from the kitchen, threw on a smile, and sauntered into the dining room as if nothing were ever wrong. He’s so strong. I admire him so much.
