love is the message

There is so much love for this small being. I can kiss her from morning till night. I feel bad that my heart is not so light so she can feel I am happy. It's not post partum depression. Been there with my first child, done that. It's sadness that I failed to understand or to be wise when I made certain decisions in life.

What do you do when you are sad? How do you cheer yourself up?

I read jokes... I finish my day reading jokes!

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