Oh, friends. The weight of the world just keeps on getting heavier, doesn’t it? I don’t have to make a list—you know what’s going on. Across the ocean, across state lines, across town, maybe even across your own living room.
And yet, can we also agree that joy can still be found? In quiet conversations, quiet walks, quiet moments outside? In our kids’ rippling laughter, the steady beat of a new favorite song, perhaps even in the overwhelming drone of cicadas at dusk (a sound that brings me back to childhood like nothing else)?