This is what I found when I came out to check up on the girls -- a gluey repair job to our front stone porch. It struck me as brilliant and I had to take a snap shot. This is the kind of moment that happens when you give children the gift of time. The girls were very proud of their handy work even though all the pieces didn't quite fit.
That is how life is sometimes - a perfect metaphor for the past week I have endured. A canceled wedding anniversary celebration, a handstand that went terribly wrong, a horrific accident that Ella witnessed at her outdoor program, and then the knock on the door - depression is here. None of this fits into my life - but yet here it is. For the girls it was a bottle of glue that made everything better - for me it has been my husband. He's been there holding it all together while I try to make the pieces fit. But perhaps I should take the girls lead and not go after perfection - just do my best and give myself some time.