Just as I thought our little family had hit rock bottom, the ground disappeared again. It's been such an awful feeling, not knowing if/when we'll stop falling.
When my oldest son asked me what was wrong this afternoon, I told him I had a terrible headache. That was true, but, more than that, I was (am) exhausted. Physically, emotionally exhausted. And so he quietly crawled into my lap and just sat there, "to help [me] feel better". It's funny...that moment did nothing for
my headache but everything for my soul, and somehow I think he knew that's exactly what I needed.
Our little family is falling right now, and it's a terrible feeling, I won't lie. But eventually we'll learn how to fly. Together.
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