If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that we gave up on soccer. Completely. I didn’t go to the last three sessions. I’m not upset (much) that we didn’t see it through. Bridget’s safety was more important. It doesn’t mean we are giving up sports. We are just going to be smarter about our choices. I just could make Bridget feel like this anymore.

If we were having a glass of wine, I would say I am so freaking happy flip flop weather is here. I despise being cold. If anyone complains about the heat, I might sucker punch them in the nose.

If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you I am running again and while my legs might not be happy with me, my mind is.

If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you how frustrating it is when you go into a store and try on a pair of shorts but they fall off of you. It’s frustrating because not only have you not lost weight, you’ve gained it in all the wrong places. It’s frustrating because the pair you are wearing is the exact same size you are trying on. I would ask you what type of sick trick is this?

If we were having a glass of wine, I would you that while sometimes I want the humor, the encouragement and the “it’s going to be alright from you. Yet sometimes if I send you a text that says I’m an idiot, I want you to reply: this really sucks and I’m sorry it’s so hard.

If we were having a glass of wine I would say that although Bridget wasn’t able to do soccer she was able to do this:

Following my heart, I will let her “flip over” and just enjoy the swim.

If we were having a glass of wine, I would ask you how your week was going?