Sometimes…life just hits. Death and life and beauty and pain. That has been the past few months.
My cousin died of a heroin overdose.
Ted had an emergency appendectomy.
I felt like “me” again.
I drove from Atlanta to Chicago and had grown up conversations.
I sat with precious friends and snuggled up in a twin bed with my little man.
I hugged sweet friends who opened up their house to us.
We sent Ted on an epic adventure. And I survived with the kids! We even made T-shirts and signs to greet him at the airport.
Ted’s grandfather passed away.
It’s been full. Beautiful. Hard. Gift. Loss.
Thank you for your patience and support as these past few months have been so very full.