But then Lila laughs at something Josh does, or Mason reaches for him first thing in the morning, and I know the truth.
My son walked through the door a year ago with two babies in his arms and words that changed everything: “Sorry, Mom, I couldn’t leave them.”
He didn’t leave them. He saved them. And in the process, he saved us all.
We’re broken in some ways, stitched together in others. We’re exhausted and uncertain. But we’re a family. And sometimes, that’s enough.
