Mr. A&J came home from work, and asked me how my day was. All of a sudden I was weeping, telling him about how much this blog means to me. How it feels like a lifeline sometimes, and how much it amazes and awes me that other people read it and find truth in my words. He told me that he was so proud of the work that I am doing and that of course people respond to what I write, because I tell my truth. God, I love that man.
And then… He said why don’t we get some old bread together and go feed the ducks after we pick up the little ones from school. A family outing?!? Holy shit! I am blown away by the re-connection that is happening here. Is it possible that we may find our way through this labyrinth of life and still be holding hands at the end of it? I was really starting to wonder for a while, but I have new hope. I think we might just make it.
