A sweet email came this morning from my husband's coworker. (One of the ones with enough sweet sass to keep him in line). A compliment about how this space always points UP. Oh, sweet Leah, I'm too weak not to point up. Too disappointing. Too broken.
Like last night when all I had was angry rushing words and tears.
For you, Leah, just this today. Hope for me (mostly me!) and you when we fail.