i read this post at the blessing of verity today, while drinking my coffee and sitting in my favorite comfy chair.
instantly a huge lump came into my throat and i found it almost too hard to breathe, certainly too hard to swallow down the coffee, while tear after tear streamed down my face and onto my shirt.
this is hard.
it's hard to read.
it's hard to swallow.
it's uncomfortable to ask these questions of ourselves.
but it is important, i think, to push ourselves and ask the hard questions.
i hope you will read it and really think about it.
let it seep into your head and heart.
and davis, my baby, i can't wait until i can hold your hand.
my list has been crumpled up and tossed in the trash.