sometimes i want to award shiny medals to the people under this roof for still being upright and functional at the end of the week. it's been a hairy six days and counting.
nonetheless. there's a clean blanket of winter on the ground and thick oatmeal and direly-needed haircuts and play. and also a boy who for the first time in all of ever reached for his daddy when he cried.
and so God shows up over and again, the most beautiful instance being that little m's best mate from the care center has been cleared for a visa interview. b is coming home, hallelujah.
and when i frame the week in those terms, i suppose it's a keeper after all.