It’s my birthday.
I live in love.
My son is in the hospital.
His sisters, his step-Coop, his dad, his mom, his step-sibs and his partner have hearts so full of love for him and we are not alone in that.
He’s surrounded by skilled diagnosticians, is Jameson.
He is patient and dear and sick and this being witness as his body seeks its wisdom is hard heart work.
And, he lives in love.
And all manner of things shall be well.