I call this selfie, “Hiding from life”. I don’t know about all of you, but this Fall is doing a number on my sanity. Pretty sure I blinked and we were already halfway through September. Typically, I thrive on being busy but this season just has me wanting to crawl back under the covers, and with so much uncertainty in our life it’s not hard to see why. I took this week to check back in with me and remind myself that sometimes the best answers to the big questions are little. In typical Adelaide fashion she helped me along with some special moments of her own.

As parents we learn to live with very little privacy. I mean seriously, when was the last time you used the bathroom in peace? But what about when you have physical therapy, palliative care, an oxygen tank delivery, and your daughter’s usual home nursing care all in your home before noon. We are incredibly grateful that Adelaide is able to receive as many services in our home as she is but I can’t help but feel sometimes that we live in a much smaller, but still very public, Grand Central station.

These last couple weeks have been emotionally challenging and not for any one specific reason that I can determine. Don’t get me wrong I have laid in bed, stood in the shower and gotten lost in thought at a red traffic light coming up with all sorts of reasons as to why my heart is now paying rent to my throat. The winter holiday season is a well-known anxiety fueled host serving up a feast of emotional booby traps. But, maybe not so well-known, is that the summer season offers its own debilitating fare.