Last night, I worried about something every wife and mother worries about once in awhile. Riley was gone and I sat and panicked while I watched the girls splash in the tub. I couldn't catch my breath and I felt alone and confused and wrong. So I did something I never, ever do.
I called a friend.
We didn't get past the hellos before I started crying. I hiccuped out my worries and she told me I was crazy, hard of myself, everything would be okay, no! everything is okay. Better than okay.
And I believed her.
So I put down the phone, wiped the wet off my face and sat down on the floor so I could splash in the water with my girls.
Thank heaven for friends and little girls that like bubble baths.