Searching

The nights are quiet in my house. Occasionally I hear the click of Craig's keyboard or one of the cats finishing their dinner, but for the rest it is still. I feel the heaviness and humidity from the rain we have received courtesy of Fay. In the quiet, moist night my mind wanders. I think about grief, and I think about gratitude. I wonder whether or not they intersect. I think about the beginnings of life and expectation, and I think about reconciling expectation with reality.

I think about my newborn niece, and I think about her parents and her sister. I wonder at my husband and at my daughters who are fast asleep in their beds. Our lives have changed once again, for they are always changing, in unknown and unknowing ways. I feel a tremendous well of love within my chest. I want the love I feel for this newest member of our family to bring her wellness and health. I want her parents to garner strength from the devotion Craig I have for their children, two beautiful girls, Anne and Whitney. In sickness and in health. We will always be there.