Ben got sick last week and ended up in the hospital for two nights. Then we came home, and just as we thought things were getting better, he realized that he could climb out of the crib, which turned bedtime into a game of, ”Please, it’s time for sleep!” (We kept losing.)
And I had to remind Sally: Whatever we’re going through, it’s not forever. There are moments when you feel like you’re at your lowest; there are phases that don’t seem to end; there are weeks when you feel like you’ve absolutely been sucker punched by the universe.
And then there are stretches that feel perfect, that feel wonderful, that you wish would never end.
Nothing lasts, and I have to remind myself of that. The good, the bad, the in-between: It doesn’t last. It won’t be this way forever.
When you’re at a high, it can be tough to accept that things might not stay this way. But when you’re at a low? It’s nice to know that things can and will change.
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I took that photo of Ben at the airport a few weeks ago. He was so excited — he’s been reading a bunch of books about planes, trains, and automobiles, so he was just thrilled to see planes taking off in real life.