I had two things I told myself I would accomplish last night:
cleaning off the kitchen table
going grocery shopping.
I didn't do either.
Instead, Jason and Emily and I went to the park for a picnic and stayed until dark.
When we got home I read that a sweet little girl with the same heart defect and chromosome deletion as Emily had passed away.
I held my little lady tighter last night, and when I got up this morning I wasn't even bothered that I can't see the top of my kitchen table.