Realizing your not perfect is never an easy thing to accept for anyone. I find myself increasingly getting closer and closer to my breaking point. But it never fails just when I think I can not possibly take any more, and the next time something "stressful" happens I am going to just snap and totally lose it. Zeke looks at me. He is so little and innocent, but wise and knowing. He may even ask if I am ok and come pat me on the head. It seems to make everything dissolve.
Thanks for waiting, I'm catching up.