He makes me weak in the knees. My cup brimming over with awe, pride, and a depth of love I never even knew I had in me. 

These days of backward steps and divisiveness can make it feel like everything is irrevocably broken. But then I look at this face. And I swoon. 

I’m learning that it all just exists in a great big jumble… the pain and the joy, the feebleness and the strength, the backward steps and the progress, the cruelty and the humanity, the butterflies of new love and the crush of heartache.

I’m trying to get my footing in the jumble of it all. To figure out how to be a part of the progress while also being utterly present in this moment. With him.

How are you coping with the darkness of recent events? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. 

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