We drive to Boston for a sleepover before appointments. The drive takes an hour longer than usual. It's 88 degrees and humid. We have queso and chips and tacos and tequila. The girl has her first mocktail.
Nerf wars in the morning, but we are unarmed.
Long appointment with some answers. I am grateful with grief and relief and sadness. My heart has been a bit contracted.
Right now, less is more.
Living the questions.
The way this song keeps following me around.
Protect yo heart.
Our 20th Anniversary is spent in separate zip codes. Hoping to celebrate this weekend.
We meet up with one of her besties who happens to be in the city for the day.
Shopping and eating and drinking water and coffee. The air is oppressive today and makes it hard to breathe. Finding books and not finding homecoming dresses. Riding the T. Harry Potter store and Indian food. Shenanigans. Boomerang videos. Hugs.
First time in a Lyft. Second time in a Lyft.
Overnight in the hospital. I am reminded that the staff she is assigned to can make or break our experience. We luck out with an amazing communicator who is kind, compassionate and loves her work. Saying thank you for Lauren and her gentle soul.
Lungs + the air that we breathe. Watching the monitors overnight, even though someone else is also watching. Visiting the patient nourishment center for the ice that is so crunchy. The push for help button is the last thing that I see before I fall asleep.
Remembering that the best way to get rid of the hospital stink is to crank the tunes, roll down the windows and drive fast.