It's Friday.
I'm done with this week. It's been a tough one. The events going on in Boston brought 9/11 to mind and the surreal world we lived in for the weeks surrounding that horrible day. When I most needed a hug and a comforting word, there was none to be had.
I've tried to focus my energy on other things - running, cycling, lifting. It still lingered at the back of my mind through all those activities. The one thing that gave me hope and brought me joy was a day spent with the daughter of my dear friends David and Vivian. Matilda is 6 months old. She is all smiles and giggles and funny little shrieks. Spending a day with her - dancing, singing, making goofy faces and laughing with her - was the one thing that has helped me get out of the lingering sadness and has renewed my sense of hope.
