Wednesday: 3:30 am The little one delivered in bed before she sat straight up and said, “Pineapple orange slushie." Her cravings were serious. An hour later, she fell asleep, full of slushies. Chips, reading, yogurt, groceries with the boys, chicken, salad. Then I read this, “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” — Rumi, and I couldn’t help but think of the possibilities.
