Charlotte has been gone almost a week now. I miss her terribly. The only thing that does get me through the grieving process is my family. Can you believe that Taylor is a week old already?

My phone rang. It was Carrie.

"Hey Car," I said, "What's up"

"So here's the thing," Carrie said, "Charlotte was going to be my baby's godmother. But she... well you know. I want you to be Majestic's godmother Miranda."

I grinned.

"I would love to," I told her, "Thank you."

"One more thing," Carrie said, "The girls want to go to this concert. It's child friendly and I think it would be such a good idea if you took Broady and Taylor too."

I paused a little unsure. Ultimately I decided that it would be alright.
"Alright," I said, "That sounds like it would be nice. In fact," I added, "How about we stop at Nathan's after. I know the kids love it. I think we could use that after what's happened."

I could tell Carrie was smiling and crying too.

"Yes," Carrie said, "They would love that. I would love that"

"Is Big going to be there," I asked.

"Yeah," Carrie said, "I didn't think he would want to come but he's so supportive of me and of the kids and he really is finally excited about being a dad. Can you believe it?"

"Sure I can," I said, "So my friend wrote an article you should read. It is HALLERIOUS."

"Should I be offended that you've been reading other people's articles besides mine," Carrie teased.

"No you're still the best writer ever," I told her seriously.

"Thanks," Carrie said, "What's the article about?"

"It's called IN A WAY THAT'S KIND OF SORT OF EXACTLY WHAT IT IS MORE OR LESS"

"That sounds like a major oxymoron," Carrie told me.

"It is," I said, "That's the point"