My babies

Some weeks are hard.
Grief in a child is so hard to witness, so hard to soothe.
One rough night for my child can leave me with a week of pain.
How does one know the right things to say?
Guilt in a child is gut-wrenching to observe.
Not 'I stole an extra cookie' kind of guilt, but a deep self-enveloping guilt.
Logic, understanding, and hugs only help so much.
But, so much more than ignoring and pretending and wishful-thinking.

Thank goodness it's the weekend.
Tomorrow should be a super-fun day filled with injera, friends, parties, playgrounds and the Farmer's Market.
Last weekend we camped for 3 nights and had a great time (minus that storm that hit just as we got the tent set up). Before summer is over we still have another weekend away at an Irish Festival, a trip to an amusement park, a Renaissance Festival to attend, and a night away for Matt and me. Summer is good.

Pictures coming.