I love weekends and evenings and windows open and summer and fall and Christmas and spring, children giggling, and my husband snoring next to me. I love hope and love and kindness and Jesus. I love family, good health, and time with people.
I trust that all that I love I will get this summer, after yet another small surgery, after yet another season of pain of which I am embarrassed of. I will get those things I like and I did this weekend but would like it without pain. It will happen. I know this is true.
