Now, Day 7?

Now we are told CIS means 60 days (maybe) not counting holidays or weekends. So I must rewind...

and be thankful for

1) the frog, who is very little, in my back yard with a voice as loud as a motorboat. 2) photosynthesis 3) Shakespeare 4) the old cottage at Wrightsville Beach that holds all the happiest parts of my childhood. 5) my connection to Daniel through the air that I breath 6) the way I can still remember in my skin and my muscles what it felt like to hold my grandmother's beautiful, wrinkled, soothing hand. 7) the mystery of the universe. Why does so much of it spiral? Could truth be in the center and we are all spiraling out of it, or into it, or both?

I hope my child is being held by someone who loves him tonight.