Not every moment this week has been sweet, there has been a lot of ache. I find it most often at the end of the day. Dinner time comes, I miss our usual huge family meals together and I lay down to bed wondering what the passing time through the night brings. I'm unsure what exactly to pray for. Most nights I pray for peace. Also strength, wisdom, the ability to keep patience while caring for Chloe amidst emotional and physical exhaustion. We are slowing the flow of visitors as my mom is weakening and sleeping more. We are unsure what each day may hold. There is an unusual quiet in the house.
|Home with colds, 1987ish.|
Most days lately we are just like this again. All three of us take turns snuggling with my mom in her tiny twin hospital bed, most days we are still in our pj's too. We certainly wish it were the old days, where we were all home sick with a colds, beneath my parents vintage sheets instead. But there is love in every ounce of togetherness. I tell you my siblings and Step Dad are outstanding care takers sleeping beside my moms bed throughout the night. I'm sure even with Chloe's nightly feeding(s) that I'm getting more rest than them. I'm not sure how they are holding up so well. They are pure gold.
Now, onto sleep.