I suffered. I gasped for air. I felt air hungry when I needed to show up for my kids. I hated my life. I felt disappointment and I felt hopeless.
But I was thankful for the chance to paint together. I was also thankful for the walk we were able to squeeze in, despite the rain and cold. I was glad to talk to Diana and Fred, and to be invited into their home. Most of all, what Josiah said really made my heart glad:
"I love Daddy. And Mommy. And Wuke. And.... and... house."
It touched me because it reminded me that HE is happy to be a part of our family. He's happy here, even though some of us are not.
