In the continually-evolving saga of life with two kids, we find ourselves, once again, at the hospital. This time around, we’re here for our 5 year-old. She gave us a serious scare, but got better quickly, and will likely be heading home tomorrow. And that’s really good, because we like her there.
Last time this happened (last month, in fact) I wrote about how these things remind us to enjoy the everyday. This time, I’m making the best of it, and having a nice time making projects and reading books with my daughter. I’m also happily losing myself in the swirling cauldron of the East River, and daydreaming about the tiny figures walking on Roosevelt Island. In the quiet of the room, listening to the sounds of the hospital hive all around me, I feel lucky. Tired as hell, and totally lucky.