Every time I breastfeed Ladybug...

I think of Kati Kim. everytime. I think about my 4 year old daughter. my infant daughter. I think about my husband and I taking a trip. I think about how I would be yelling at him to just turn around and go back the way we came. I think about waking up in the morning completely snowed in. I think about my panic. I think about yelling at Dearie again. and again. I think about how I would keep my children alive with just baby food and cheez whiz. I think about keeping my daughters entertained in a car for 9 days. I think about Dearie telling me he is going to go look for help. I think about pleading with him to please not go, they always say to stay with the car, just please don't go. please.

I think about watching Dearie as he walks down the road, maybe turning back and waving before he walks around a bend in the road...and I never see him again.

then I snuggle into my baby. I snuggle into my 4 year old daughter. I snuggle into my husband. I snuggle and snuggle and snuggle.