After a truly delightful and blessed weekend,
I arrived home, completely wiped out.
The seven books I’d brought for Caleb:
All now water damaged.
My precious son upset when I showed emotion.
My coworker had sent a panicked email—
I am making her crazy.
I missed talking to my parents,
And felt both guilty and grief and sorrow over that.
On top of a 9-hour drive, it all felt just too much.
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