One foot in front of the other

I finally motivated myself last night to go out for a jog. I took Princess and she rode her bike along side me. We made our way to a little cottage area, talking as we went on. It was nice to spend some time with her, as I have been feeling really disconnected since losing my baby. And in all honesty I probably haven't been investing as much quality time to *enjoy my kids* as I used to, with being so absorbed in my own issues. Someday, I hope for their sake that they will have their mother back, but even the idea of me ever being "normal" again brings on pangs of guilt.
As I jogged down the sidewalk back to my home, I came across a dead bird smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk. It looked like it had been there for a long time, and I didn't want to look too closely for fear of what I might see. I felt like I could lose it right there, but just put one foot in front of the other and held it together for my daughter.