This week has really just drained me. I've had three family health scares, an extremely time-consuming and stressful parental extracurricular activity and a few unexpected curveballs in other arenas. I've sat here staring at this screen for a few minutes now, and I don't want to write about anything that has happened this week. I feel like there are a few brewing good posts about current events, but honestly with getting so behind with aforementioned dramas, I don't have time to write anything good.

Yet, I feel compelled to record something this week, and perhaps that something is this: I'm tired.

Yet another thing: I'm in love with my whole family. Having people's health threatened made my already-squishy heart explode with love, and I felt it gushing out with such volume it threatened to drown me. All this week I've looked at my daughter and thanked God the challenges the world threw at us this week were manageable, everyone turned out to be okay after various doctor visits, scares were mitigated, and life is very close to returning to normal, except the new normal for me, is even more grateful than I was before.