Emotions are draining.
The 13th was exhausting.
In the middle of the day. I was sitting in the chair that I rocked all four of my babies with.
I had a sense of peace roll over me. A lift of my burden. For a few seconds.
In the year, this has only happened twice. Each time for only seconds.
I know it was the wave of good thoughts, of prayers, of love being sent our way.