Truth? I am a ball of anxiety wrapped in a generous layer of “Lord, why?”
This was supposed to be the week where I drank in every last bit of the happy, sweet goodness that is my family at this moment. Yes, it would be tempered by the constant awareness of those people who ought to be here, but aren’t: Babita, my Mamaw (oh, I need her right now), the friends who ought to be down the road but instead are a continent away. That ache would be present, but it would be a distant thing. Because in a few days, God willing, I will have a new baby in my arms. And all of this good will explode into a somehow even better. This was the week to see, to feel, to know all of that truth.