My son cries out in the middle of the night. This is rare and almost always signifies a very bad dream. Thanks for reading Considered Days! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. I stumble between our two rooms and to his side. “Hey sweetie. Mama’s here. Did you have a bad dream?”
Jo,
I was right there with you, with every word.
You do magic with your writing.
Thank you.
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Thank you for your wise words, Johanna. They stir my feelings and thoughts, but also comfort me.❤️
So beautifully said. So beautifully felt.
So well said, as always, Johannah.