Tomorrow should be interesting. Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the last day everything made sense in my world. The last time I ate iced oatmeal cookies because that was one of my cravings with Aven. Tomorrow is the last day that I lived and enjoyed being naive. Come Friday, nothing made sense and still doesn't a year later. I know that even as my heart heals and even as we move along in life that my happy go lucky that won't happen to me, will never exist again. Sometimes bad things happen...sigh. No matter how many times I laugh, smile or how many rainbows cross my path a piece of my heart will always be somewhere else. With Aven.