Update.

The week started nicely. Bridge jumping with Lexi while Haeleigh documented. The three of us, spotlighted by yellow streams, clad in bare skin and wide-spread smiles. The air was frigid and biting, the water warm and calm. I laughed uncontrollably at paranoid accusations. We jumped, holding hands, holding breath.  Lunch and pedicures with my aunt and grandmother. Pesto pizza, white petals on our toes. Roses lined the creases of lavender thread, I quenched their thirst in the depths of a white tea pot. Tiger rolls in crowded restaurants with Peter. Monster rolls in quiet restaurants with my Mother. Journal writing, tea light lighting. Jackson's nine year old hands running through my hair. I had never felt more at home than that moment, his little fingers combing, calming. Driving by myself, down familiar roads. Time with Jory, my darling brother. A tiny black kitten, drinking from measuring cups, burrowing beneath blankets. Wildflowers, beautiful wildflowers, wilting in my sunburned hands. The week ended nicely.