It seems to me that when monumental events happen in my life I can never find the words I need.
Tonight Sister #3 and the Tibbles moved into Supergenius HQ. They needed a safe place to go and I’m the only one with the room to house them all. Everyone is safe and nobody’s hurt, at least physically.
When Sister #3 tried to explain to Cade how they lived here now and how he wouldn’t be able to see Daddy for a while my heart fell out of my chest and broke into 93 pieces. That sure as hell hurt.
I’m scared. I’m scared for so many reasons that I cannot even name or number them all.
My fear is keeping me from seeing the good things. My sister and the boys are all unharmed, they have a warm safe place to go, I won’t become a shut-in now when my job ends.
These are all the things that are good.