Sleepily watching my father sleep in what appears to be the most uncomfortable bed ever made. Actually forgot it was New Year’s Eve until I overheard two nurses discussing their evening plans. I plan to squeeze my three-year-old little man extra tight. Maybe watch some fireworks on tv. FaceTime with the hubs and babes. Then bed by 8:30.
The complete boxed set of family drama is closing in on me from both ends today. I feel like I’m being squeezed by a giant accordian of love and fear and gratitude and sadness until I just can’t breath another breath of thank you or I’m sorry.
I wish I lived closer; I wish I’d come sooner; I wish I could stay longer; I wish there was no reason for me to be here at all.