Yesterday found me at the end of my rope, dangling over an abyss of sleep deprivation. I sent texts to Dan begging him not to work late. I needed him home. He sent texts back reassuring me that no matter what, we’re in this together.
I went to bed last night when Emma did and, while we did not sleep all night, we slept. Soundly. And then this morning came and brought with it the promise of a new day. A fresh start.
From the moment I woke up this morning, I knew today would be better than yesterday.
I knew I would be better.
Grace had come up with the sun.
It rained this morning and once the shower was over, we got dressed and went outside.
Joshua played in his sand table and pushed his cars around. I nursed Emma and held her as she chattered away. We took a walk and had a picnic.
We laughed. We smiled. We explored.
It was a good day. The kind of day I needed to restore my faith in myself.
We were better. The three of us.