It is hard because i am a perfectionist.

Toy cars are meant to be zoomed across.

Blocks are meant to be stacked.

Stuffed toys are meant to be cuddled.

Books are meant to be read.

Instructions are meant to be followed.

High fives are meant to be returned.

Hugs and kisses are meant to be given.

Words are meant to be spoken.

I have tried to take on a new perspective to things but it is hard. It is hard to not care. It is hard to not feel disappointed. It is very very hard not to feel sad.

He is happy.

And that should be enough. But, its not. For me.