She's gotten brave enough to come upstairs and explore. This morning when I got up (for another early meeting, all the way out on Cornell Rd.), she followed me into my bathroom and hollered for some time.
I think she's going to settle down. She's spending less and less time under the bed. And she's such a sweet little thing.
Jeff and I visited a facility today for African American women who are coming off drugs and trying to reclaim their kids and their lives. Wow. I don't know what else to say, except I'm so impressed by the people who serve these folks on a daily basis, and writing a check seems almost lame (although I'm sure it's appreciated).
Tomorrow is Leslie's mom's funeral. How difficult to lose her dad and her mom all within two months. I have nothing but admiration for her strength and spirit.
- I feel:hopeful
- I hear:Kittie Scarlett's little voice