Each Tuesday night is unique. The worry is constant and fear, worry, and sometimes anger are typical discussion points for most of the evening.
Tuesday evening was no different this week. The marks all over the belly and the back were. After a nice walk around a park and calming conversation, we thought our bedtime ritual would contain the easing of fears and the notion of sweet dreams ahead.
Instead, photos were taken, prayers were issued, and we are once again reminded of the mixed emotions we know the morning will bring.
The thunder outside echoes our inner fury and angst.
We hope the rain relieves the heat and our morning medication subsides our worry for another day.