I have started and deleted this post a half-dozen times. I lack the skill to convey what I want to say.
Tuesday, via Twitter, I learned for the first time about a woman I'll never meet, and the daughter she lost. I have been on the verge of tears for two days, every time I look at my son, and have been holding him tight far more than a crawling 10 month old is interested in being held.
Sweetney said it better than I can.
So did Her Bad Mother.
For anyone who thinks the internet is an isolating medium, the outpouring of love and heartbreak from strangers for Heather and Mike Spohr, and little Maddie, proves differently. The donations to March of Dimes' March for Babies in her name, which were less than $3000 on Monday, are now in excess of $20,000.
Sigh. Time to wipe my eyes and go gaze at my sleeping son, and feel lucky.