Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventeen
What day is today?
This morning, I ride along for school drop-off. Heated seat. Coffee in hand. Thick skies. The sounds of their forks clattering against their plates as they eat another breakfast on the go.
Always carrying too many things.
I am the luckiest.
“Just remember, brothers and sisters, this too shall pass.”
The office is dark and quiet and I miss sitting in this place.
Is it silly to have hope still? No.
She asks him how he’s feeling about the upcoming surgery. He says he’s been in pain for a long time, so he’s looking forward to not being in pain anymore. And for the opportunity to actually have a vacation this summer because he won’t be able to do football. I chuckle. I also worry.
Two more games. Two more opportunities. It feels like the momentum is back in our favor. What are all the ways in which it can go right?
Meaningful rest.
