The weeks have dragged by and the fact that this is also the fifth anniversary of the month leading up to Josh’s diagnosis hasn’t helped.
I was just putting the finishing touches on a blog of several paragraphs of “woe’s me” when I took a break to put Gracie to bed.
One story and she was out like a light. I stayed there for a while as she slept. Then just as I was getting up to leave she rolled over. Still completely asleep, but just as completely sure of where I was she snuggled herself into me nudging her head into the crook of my shoulder.
And so for tonight anyway, life is good.
Easter Sunday; 6 inches of new snow; 32 degrees outside; but our hearts are warm!


Hey! What am I doing on this clothesline?!?
Oh, I get it! I'm supposed to be like laundry! That's funny!!!
OK, that was so funny! But now I'm ready to come down, please!
No, seriously! I need to come down right now! Right down there on the ground!
OK, one more time. Let me make this simple for you:
