Waiting is so hard.
Waiting for spring to come.
Waiting for a baby to be born.
Waiting for test results.
Waiting for a cake to bake.
Waiting up for a child to come home.
Waiting for a dream to come true.
Waiting for a package to arrive in the mail...
Waiting to hear what will happen in Boston this morning.
The city of America's birth.
The city of my youth.
The city of education, culture and history.
The city of strength and compassion and courage.
The city filled with families and friends, waiting on the edge of their breath.
The city of our dear and beloved daughter, Lindsey.
I hold them all in the Light this morning.
The light of hope, of protection, of love.
Friday evening...thank goodness for closure. Rest well tonight, Boston. xoxoxo