Yesterday was a weird day. A funeral, a hospital visit to the psych ward, and two moms who I'm close to have desperately ill babies.
Makes you think about priorities.
I'm not really a big believer in prayer. I'm a skeptic.
But sometimes I really really want it to be true.
I think this is one of those times.
Please let everyone be alright.
Praying for a speedy and full recovery, for the babies and the anorexic girl in the wheelchair.