Three years, two months, four days.

Hubby just came off the ventilator this morning. All healing is going as planned.

I am so grateful. Too much to even speak so I’ll share a things which happened yesterday:

In the elevator a complete stranger wearing a “though she be but little she is fierce” t shirt showed me a newborn on her cellphone. Put an already good morning over the top.

Not just the baby and her joy but that I look like the kind of person one can approach like that.

They were playing Fleetwood Mac’s “don’t stop thinking about tomorrow” in the cafeteria just now — appropriate.

Be well, all