this morning #1600.
this morning, i woke up feeling refreshed. not better though. not yet. that’ll come one of these days. no doubt. last night after dinner, the three of us sat down. had a serious chat. at first, mom refused to let down her guard. sat in her chair defiant. arms crossed, assuming that this family meeting was called specifically to call her out. short answers. sharp tones. stayed that way & only changed when dad, on the edge of tears, shook his head with a sigh, looked right into her eyes & choked out, “in the end, all that matters is that we love one another.” it was super non-specific but it hit her in just the right spot. she started bawling. relief. release. not sadness. we both joined in, tacitly agreeing that we were all on the same team.