She lays here beside me and I type one handed, for she is holding my other one.
A week of sickness has passed with her not being Sophie and I hate it.
As a single mom I battle so much more than a married mom.
Its all mine and I own it.
It's the endless days of the past week where you simply nap through the nighttime in between giving meds, and getting drinks and making her comfortable.
Her sickness will pass, hopefully soon, but the exhaustion that is all around is wearing me thin.
I asked HIM again last night through my tears, "WHY!".
There wasn't an answer again.
So I hold on, clinging to FAITH, clinging to HOPE, all alone knowing HE is my answer.
Much love today, me.