I really need to clean out my purse more often.
I was just digging through looking for expired coupons and receipts from my trip to Atlanta (I really need to turn in that expense report!), and ran across a couple of crumpled old receipts from Labor Day weekend.
Lunch with my girlfriends, their little girls, and the husband in Frankenmuth. A day when the best friend and I talked about how fun it was going to be being pregnant together.
Dinner with a good friend at a barbecue joint that turned into me puking all over his house in my first, and only, morning sickness episode.
Just when you think you’re moving on, finally getting it together, crumpled paper ghosts come from the depths of your purse to haunt you.
There’s no running or hiding from the past, I guess. It shows itself when you least expect it, bringing you low from your busy, hectic life, and reminding you of what you once had, and the person you were.
The person I may yet be again.