when sickness spews in the car and in the bowl and in the toilet and once in a half circle around the living room and i don't hyperventilate once. because the anxiety that usually breaks in after the first barf which makes me yell at the sicker to "stay by the bowl!! don't leave the bowl!!" didn't come barging this time and i think it's because i realized that everything, everything, everything can be cleaned up or thrown out and it's not the end of the world to do either.

let love and faithfulness never leave you. bind them around your neck write them on the tablet of your heart