Unto Us

12/21/21 11:00 p.m. Challis, ID

Wow. Just

I laughed so hard that I started weeping. Do you ever encounter a moment so humorous that your wave of a chuckle breaks over into aching?

Not just the tears streaming, but the throat clenching and then you don’t know which way to swim to get back to the middle?

We’re A LITTLE DELIRIOUS.

As NICU parents, we were able to find what Jon called microdoses of joy.

Now,

we seem to take our sleep in microscopic doses.

We’ve rented a little place up here in Challis for two nights, and we’re having a blast. The drive up washed our eyeballs.

I am thinking about Jon’s description of healing. I don’t remember when he wrote it. He quoted care team members who theorized that Breenlet’s body was so anguished to keep his vitals alive, it just hurriedly threw scar tissue toward his back laceration. Then, it focused on moving oxygen around. It didn’t worry about elasticity or