Just This

A sweet email came this morning from my husband’s coworker.  (One of the ones with enough sweet sass to keep him in line).  A compliment about how this space always points UP.  Oh, sweet Leah, I’m too weak not to point up.  Too disappointing.  Too broken.

Like last night when all I had was angry rushing words and tears.

For you, Leah, just this today.  Hope for me (mostly me!) and you when we fail.