Oh, this is hard. It’s hard, being back up north, so far from the little mama, who’s still so sick. She’s moving hospitals today and going in for a kidney biopsy.
But a girl’s gotta work. I just feel so helpless. It’s like watching out a plane window. I know I can’t help steer the plane, can’t tell the pilot if he’s getting too close to another plane, but I still need to be there, at the window, watching. Just in case. I feel like I’ve been seated in the middle seat of a jumbo jet and I can’t see out the window. Hate this feeling.
But oh, you darlings. I’ve received the BEST EMAILS this week. I feel such support, and love, and prayers. (I told Mom about the prayers coming in for her, from all around the world, and her face was surprised, and then she beamed. It was gorgeous.) Each email is like food to my soul, and even if I don’t respond, know that I am incredibly moved by everything you’ve all shared with me this week.
I am so lucky to have so much support. I love my job. For many, many reasons, I love my job. They support me so much. From my bosses and management, to my peers (I got good, big bear hugs from coworkers and management alike today), to my friends (that’s YOU!), it makes this time easier.
And because you’re so good, I’ll reward you with a sneak peek at the Little Mama sweater I finished at her bedside this week:
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