A Temporary Farewell

06 July 2010

Dear Chocolate,

My baby's tummy doesn't really like it when I eat you. I feign to think of life without you, but for now it's the right thing. I was sleeping in a chair so she could be upright. And she had to be upright so she wouldn't spit up 4 to 5 times after each feeding. Don't worry, we'll catch up again some day. And in vast quantities. Until then, my friend, I bid you adieu.

BrieAnn