I truly forgot what calm feels like. It’s a warm Spring night. A box fan in a window, one room over, is generating the perfect white noise. My son is gently breathing, lying next to me in bed– fast asleep. The smell of lavendar scented Aveeno baby lotion lingers on my hands. And between that and Rhett’s dinosaur printed jammies, I drift in and out of moments from my own childhood. Something about snug-fit patterned pajamas always takes me back. It makes me smile.

I am, for the most part, at peace. I reviewed my short term disability paper work today. My recovery time clearly states 6-12 months– a time frame I’m not willing to accept as truth.

For now, I’m giving myself grace for how I look, what I eat, and what I may or may not accomplish


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