Birthday

I tried to give Jen a break and make it through the night on another floor of the house behind a closed door with Zoe. Jen needs and needed a break for so many reasons, the top two being she's running auditions for an upcoming project this morning and she's been going sleep-deprived for weeks.

Zoe is sticking with us. She has some kind of troubled breathing every once in a while and her color isn't what it was. What that means to us...we don't know. The hardest part of this is trying to imagine what's going to happen tomorrow, or next friday (Mother's Day and Jen's Birthday respectively) and trying to plan is hard to envision without imagining the worst.

Deirdre asked me what I'm doing for Bat and Christa's anniversary next month. It seems an eternity away. Too far away to speak with any clarity.

As Lewis wrote, "Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday
morning. A cleft has opened in the pitiless walls of the world, and we are invited to
follow our great Captain inside. The following Him is, of course, the essential
point."

So, my neck is sore and I'm only one cup of coffee into this day. But it's a new day, and I'm holding Zoe in my lap. It's a new day, baby. A week ago, we had friends over and Josh sang us some of his stuff, and then we broke into "New Day." It might just be the prettiest thing you've ever seen.