The in-laws arrived yesterday for a holiday visit. Byron’s dad looks healthier than ever before; remarkable after the harrowing illness.
Rumor has it that certain members of my extended family will join us for supper tomorrow, along with AEM.
Our house is warm, the children are content, we are having fun. I do the work I want to do and wear the clothes I want to wear. My stomach still hurts, but aside from that grim reminder of illness, I am content.
This is what I know right now:
I am lucky. I have a good life.