Life Marches On
It's been an interesting week. Hearing about other people's horrible times hasn't exactly taken my attention away from mine, but it sure has added perspective, which I find always helpful. Tonight Lucia is sick, and repeatedly wanted to be rocked and held tightly. And I did. Repeatedly. Because the news lately has been about kids dying in accidents or at the fate of their own parents, and I just can't take it. I'll hold my big, brave girl around me tightly in the rocker where I've rocked her since our first days together. She barely fits now. But I'll keep doing it because I CAN. Aside: tonight she told me I was her best friend (I think she's been watching Cars too many times; that scene with Mater and Lighting McQueen is so touching), and my heart melted. I was speechless. How can you tell a child everything she means to you? She's my heart worn on the outside. I think I mumbled something like, you can't know how much I love you Lucia.
But back to heartbreak: marriages crumble and cancer spreads and takes beloved people and dogs die and life marches on. It marches on. I'm not the only one with a broken heart out there.