Out of nowhere, my son called to me and said, “Look, Mama! A butterfly!” He found my hand and jumped up into my lap. His little body held me down in the chair and pulled my head back into reality. I stopped to watch the butterfly with him.
Tag: stress
The low places
It’s been a really long, tough week for me. It wasn’t any more or less stressful or painful, perhaps, than anyone else’s week, but it has been my kind of hard. I’m finding myself ragged and worn. The kind of exhausted that isn’t really settled by sleep or cozy blankets… the kind of dry that…
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