There are things that happened this weekend. Things that have me locked inside my head. Things that are not mine to share. But they sink into my brain, take root, and all I can do is hope that, when the dust settles, there are no wounds that need to be licked, no tears to be dried.
And after a weekend such as this, I get a card from my son. There is a printed sentiment but he added his own thoughts:
Every day I find myself thankful, grateful, and indebted to the sacrifices you made to help me become the person I am now. I love you so much, and hope for nothing but the very best for you always. Happy Birthday.
And suddenly my heart is so full that I can’t be inside my head anymore.