Joy:
Eight hours of driving through rain-soaked, springtime countryside.
Hugs from old and new friends.
The most beautiful, perfect, wedding imaginable.
A new sister, and the abundant blessing of two families joined.

Epiphany:
I have never been more thrilled to be wrong about anything.
Failure does not define me.
Righteous anger may be justifiable, but it is ugly nonetheless.
I was happy to come, but I did not expect to not want to leave.
I am always alone, but sometimes I am distracted.

Grace:
Friends who hold my hand while I fall apart.
Compassion that transcends justice.
Love, not only in spite of, but inclusive of, human failing.
The courage to press on, while emptiness swells to consume.