Justin is sleeping. Jeff and I are sitting on the couch in the hospital room sharing a box of white cheddar cheezits (dinner?)

This is the first chance we’ve had for an actual conversation. We agree that when we think about what Justin is going through from his five-year-old point of view, it just breaks our hearts in half.

But then Jeff said, “This may be our only chance for a date in a long time.” A date. Sitting in a hospital beside our incredibly ill son eating cheese flavored crackers. The absurdity made me laugh.

Laughter through tears. Beautiful thing. Grace be with you, my friends.