so true.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Note to Myself for Next Year

Make sure you take more days off for Grace’s Spring Break. It’s not all that easy to find someone to watch her for a whole week and we could be in Florida right now…or doing something elseĀ  fun. I’m sooo glad Grace is spending time with Charles and Melissa…but I want to eat popcycles on the back porch too!