Coming back into the light, squinting. A rough week, two weeks, forever. I have been a bad friend, mom, wife. But I’m still here. Still standing.
Nothing cures the blues like a dog curled up on your foot. Someone always loves you.
Questioning everything, hard decisions lined up as far as you can see. And in the middle of it all, a kindergarten graduation, an end of the year picnic, running the bean bag toss.
Life sneaks in through the cracks, sunlight reaching under the blankets and forcing me out of bed.