Three of my friends are hurting: each woman, for different reasons, is feeling the tug of family, motherhood, and life pulling her in too many directions. Another dear friend’s father is ill. Still another lost her sweet puppy to an accident in the road. The pain of the people I care about makes my heart heavy. I feel small, and mostly useless.
Avery has always been really good at knowing who needs a hug. He hugs with his whole body, and holds on so tight, that when I am hugging him, there is nothing else, no other thought, no room for anything but the embrace.
This: the child I once worried would be a burden, lifting my burden.