On the plane to Seattle, I was surprised to find myself feeling sad. I began to wonder if it will be harder to have get-aways in the future. I let myself wonder what it would be like if David was a typical six year old boy. I let my chest ache with a mix of missing him and relief at getting a break.

Then I reminded myself what a blessing he is and how much joy he adds to every day of our lives. His sweet disposition and simple happiness permeate our home. The time away was good for me. I needed some rest. I needed to reconnect with Steve. And, I think I needed to ache a little, too.