Life is funny.
I type not from the cafe that I usually work from, but from our tiny little table at home. I need a little extra comfiness today. I share the space with the remains of my son's sandwich, his pink penguin and beautiful flowers from my love because he knew this week has been rough.
I am grateful for the flowers, the pink penguin and yes, even the crust. It is a reflection of a life I love, one that I helped build.
The last 7 days have been a mixture of all sorts of tears from many different places, silly mishaps, worry and heated words.
It's almost laughable. But I don't feel like laughing.