Perhaps now is a time to remember the absolute beauty and necessity of carrying each other through. Our current trials (I see you, Covid-19!) are very heavy. It feels like safety, a uniquely meaningful kind of security. It feels like a lightening, like relief from pain. It's a powerful feeling, being carried like that by someone who loves you. He carried me-curled against his chest like a toddler-down the hall and into the living room with ease, so that I could be with my family. He strode across my room to my bed and scooped me up and into his arms. My head was sloshy and my skinny legs felt like jello. My mom suggested I might like joining the family I could lie on the blue and white plaid couch that sat adjacent to the dining table.īut how to get there? I was so very weak. They were preparing to sit down for dinner at the table, while a tray was being made for me to have in my room. My parents' small kitchen, dining, and living room area flowed together into one great room. Feeling glum and a little bit lonely, I longed to join my family in the kitchen. I remember a time as a middle-schooler when I was really sick with a sinus infection.
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