If the weight of Wednesday feels too much for you my dear, I will always meet you on the floor.
Please don’t mind the mess.
We are too busy resting, comforting, listening, consoling, allowing ourselves to get angry, to cry, to laugh even, that we don’t bother to notice anything else.
We will inhale Popsicles, watch the August clouds drift over our heads, fiercely love in silence, and when we’re ready, we start to rebuild.
There will be lots of trying and failing but here, we recognize the hard work in trying.
You’ll find that strength you’ve been missing, that courage, that bravery, that hope.
I’ll tell you a little secret — it’s been there all along. You just dropped it here.
It’s OK. We all have.
If there’s ever a Wednesday or a day that’s too heavy for you my dear
I will always meet you on the floor.