To the Small Moments

To the Small Moments

I wake up when the dawn is just starting to make the edge of my sky tint with blue and gold. There’s breakfast to make and lunch to pack before Scott rushes off to work. And then, when the sun is up above the trees, I get Charlotte her breakfast and start my own working day….

I can hope.

I can hope.

My Mom has cancer. My friend lost her full-term baby. My cousin has a terminal illness. How many times have you faced your own similarly jarring realities and been forced to acknowledge the fallenness of this world? Everyone has a story of unfairness, an ache, an injustice; mine is just an example of the pain…

The End.

The End.