The Best Three Words Ever Spoken

The assumption is these three words would be I love you. I agree those three said together hold power. To be loved is a gift. I know I am loved and I don’t take that for granted. My husband tells me every day.
The three words recently said to me were, “We got you.”
I am entering a period where experiences will be new. Telling myself I know what to expect, I find comfort as I am desperate to not go through what I went through a year ago. My father collapsed a year ago.
AC Angels, Part 2

The fact that I hear chorale music when the AC is on, I’ve mentioned before. It was, at the time, cute and surprising and scary and confusing. I wondered if these were gifts from my father who died in October 2023 as he decades of experience as a chorale director. Dad loved to sing. He was serious about his music. This was Dad, right? Not some unknown condition that should scare me
AC Angels

It sounds like a football club in the UK, this. It’s a story about what my not-quite-asleep mind came up with several nights ago.
Sleep is not my friend. It hasn’t been for almost 15 years. It’s mainly stress. Blah blah blah.