I am writing tonight because Tasha is too exhausted too. These last couple of
days have been hard and heartbreaking and painful and joyous all at once.
But don’t get me wrong- the worst days are better than most people will ever have.
When it gets rough we huddle close, like a turtle retreating to the darkness of its
shell. And the pain and anxiety that breeds discontent in others roots us deeper
into the bedrock, the trick is learn when to let the current take you and when to
swim like your life depends on it, because it does, because the autopilot you find
yourself in IS YOUR LIFE. So when we emerge from this week that feels like
eternity we will smile knowing we share something. US THREE that no one else could
A deep happiness forged from pain- a smile molded from tears
I am also exhausted and anxious but I stand strong and continue my watch over my family
because this is MY LIFE- us three-and I wouldn’t have it any other way