by Ashley Weeks Cart
It’s been a week.
A week with a capital WTF?
Busy. Filled with highs and lows. Inspiration and heartache. I heard inspired, moving speeches and gut-wrenching, world-stopping stories of loss. There were projects and deadlines and panels and daily routines. There were files unsaved and restored in the wee hours of the morning. There was a baby dispensing bile all over the floors. There was celebratory news. And devastating news. There were sisters squabbling and pulling hair and sisters exchanging dialogues of I love you’s and kisses.
And I wouldn’t trade any of it, especially not that vomit-soaked hair tucked up in the crook of my neck, as I reflected on my overwhelming, overflowing life.
A friend in our community delivered a stillborn baby this week. And I’ve found myself revisiting my father’s words here. And once again feeling grateful. Stupidly, arbitrarily fortunate. And so achingly grateful.