What a week. Things went from horrible, to bad, to better. By Friday, I was feeling more in control and like the sun would eventually shine again… perhaps even with an accompanying rainbow.

We’ve got a long way to go, but baby steps are better than no steps.  The hugs are increasing by the minute and really, hugs do make everything better.

As I walked my last friends to their buses on Friday, Jimmy, a sweet, cuddly sprout, took my hand, then my entire arm, and gave it a big tight squeeze.  It was just what I needed to end my week and help me remember that when things aren’t looking so bright, they can only get better.