Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?   –Isaac Watts

Waking exhausted after a night’s sleep. Surgical bandages still in place after a week. Another test ordered for The Kid.

We are born broken.

And now, with more questions than answers even among the wise and learned, what do we know? The love of a parent never stops asking. And on this day, it never stopped giving. So this is what I know:

To the only question that matters, love said yes. And so a day filled with brokenness is called good.