I slept late this morning, through my wife's alarm, through the sound of kids waking and asking to have their bums wiped. Hard sleep. When I finally broke to the morning, my wife stopped by the bed and gave me a firm embrace.
"I just wanted to do that because everything in the world is so wrong."
I wept a little. For at least the 15th time this week. I wept because she was right and I wept because she was wrong. Right in that so much had gone wrong, but wrong in the since that there was still space--I hoped--for so much to go right.Read More