Life here has felt mundane lately, which is not a complaint. Struggles over bedtime and early morning wake ups. Figuring out a new work schedule. What to have for dinner. Easy, every day stuff. This is where we are.
But my heart is so full for friends right now: full of hope for a baby to be born healthy and go home healthy, full of hope for succesful treatment, full of sorrow and love for a friend and her baby and the shitty (non)choices she has.
They are not my stories to tell, but they are the stories I am holding these days, sending love and hope and positive energy from afar, and when I can't do much else, hugs.