Litha and a bit of sadness

Litha came and went, I tried a few different set ups for my altar and wasn't sure which one I liked best. I admit to a bit of sadness as well, as I feel I try so hard to be all I'm supposed to be yet feel like a failure all the same. I do my best to be the best fiancee I can as well as the best sister and daughter, yet none of it feels like enough. Marc got hurt playing baseball, and I'm trying to help him as well as possible, but there's only so much I can do. He hurt his arm and I can't help that; I'm not a doctor. I feel like I'm neglecting Gabe because I forgot to get eggs for breakfast, and only had ham and toast with apple walnut butter for him. It's a trivial thing I know, and he wasn't upset, but it bothers me that I forgot. It always makes me wonder how I'm going to be as a mother when the baby needs me constantly. I worry all the time about being enough, and often wonder if I ever will be. I brought my beloved this sandwich, and had to grab him. I legitimately couldn't help it; I miss him so much when he isn't here. I know how much he misses me, and being apart from him is painful. I guess that's it for now.