Pink...the color of choice as tomorrow I will be in pink socks(tights), and a pink shirt in honor of breast cancer awareness. 

Yet, having just watched the most recent Parenthood, an episode filled with family caring and cancer struggles,  I can't head off to bed....yet. 
I am swirling and it is not just from the show. The show merely highlighted some of the emotions I have felt lately...
d   is  con   ne c  te     d 
                                                    pensive
                                                                                       longing.....

longing for the long conversations of friendship, but feeling like there is no time. After a week of Harper being sick and not sleeping well, it is taking its toll. Lucky for us, the antibiotics are kicking in and hopefully there will be sleep tonight, because how clear it is that sleep shades the brain. I have missed doctor appointments, been too easily frustrated, not spending enough time here in this moment....and although I imagined myself in bed by now(yes, it is only 9:50), I need to take this time to write, this time to read, this time to stop the laundry, cleaning, paperwork....all things that have been in halfway mode anyhow this past week, but put them on hold and read, think and write

Overwhelmed....overwhelmed by thoughts of how fast and furious cancer is, how sad it is, how much it dominates and decimates(even if temporarily) the lives of so many.

Amid the swirling...I am filled with pride. I had the fortunate opportunity to chaperone Paisley's first field trip today. She was great to watch...answering questions, playing with friends, soaking up the exhibits at the museum, asking questions, exploring new animals, people, cultures, crafts, and living in the moment. 

It began this morning. Paisley tried to tiptoe out of the bedroom and her sister cried for her. It was time to get up, yes, but Paisley was doing as we had asked and was sneaking out to let her sister get a few more minutes of rest. Instead of needing me, Harper needed her sister. She needed her for a hug, a snuggle, and the comfort of knowing she was there. How could a mom want anything more than that simple loving moment? Seeing them hug and smile in a sincere, true, and special hug, I felt unbelievably lucky. I felt I could tackle the larger challenges life presents, the loved ones we've lost to diseases, cancers,  age, distance and time, the difficulties of life choices, the frustrations of a mundane day, and so on....all of that seemed do-able and ok as I watched them hold onto each other, knowing they have each other. How lucky I am to have witnessed such a tender and special moment. 
Absorb the little things DAILY!