Star Gazing

To say the last nine months have been challenging would be to engage in understatement. Yet, sometimes something very sweet happens. Last night as I was slogging through various and sundry forms that will eventually allow me to affix "Dr." to the front of my name, Anna called me into the living room. She and Anders were laying on his play mat (formerly his playpen) gazing up at the stars on the ceiling being projected by a mechanical turtle. I lay down next to Anders. He turned toward me, then toward Anna, then back to me, then back to Anna. Then he shook with the excitement of having both his parents flanking him and stars dancing across the ceiling. To see the genuine joy in his face and full body shakes was indescribable. I realize I sound like a letter to Casey Casem or a caller to Delilah, but that was an actual true thing. These little moments make me feel better about the challenges behind and in front of us.