My lovely people.
The past few days have sucked. You really take for granted the ability to lift your head, hold your phone, just breathe.
There have been moments of doubt (I can’t possibly do this…), moments of dread (what if it’s like this the whole time…), moments of anger (why are we treating this so aggressively, others are able to work/walk/exist, why can’t I?), and finally moments of despair (just hot, hot tears…).
But each time those moments appeared, there was something equally glorious happening. Mark’s steady and calming love crashing over me in waves, Ava and Lili’s intrinsic ability to comfort and motivate, friends and family swooping in to carry the burden, and the freedom to cry it out. The messages lift and carry us through those lows, even when I cannot respond.
Today, I bear witness to the scandalous generosity and outrageous love this journey has shown me.
Today, I woke up able to move a bit more.
Today, I woke up.
And tomorrow, I’ll get up and do it again.
Love and light, always 
grace and fbombs 