Merry Christmas to my loves.
Here’s two hospital pictures.
One of holding hands in the dying light, and one of the couple getting into the elevator who are bringing the baby carseat into the hospital to see if their baby in the NICU – who was born at 30 weeks – can pass the carseat test to finally come home. I hope they get to bring their baby home.
I hope all of you are at peace, wherever you are, whether you have babies or no babies or children or no children or marriages that are working or marriages that aren’t working or divorces that are working or divorces that aren’t working or ill and dying people in your lives or a world full of glitter unicorns and rainbows, whether you’re on a couch or in a bed or alone or surrounded by biological family or logical family…wherever you are.
Whatever it is. Whatever it feels like.
I love you all so much. So so much.
Thank you for being my patrons through thick and thin and for staying with me through all of this hardship and confusion.
Anthony always reminded me: