You are the sunshine of my life

Friday afternoon. On Monday night, I was attempting to cool off in front of the air conditioner after a wretched day spent packing Mick's condo up when my cell phone rang. It was Genevieve, the advocate for Alcott's siblings, so I picked up even though I was dead tired.

"Denise?" It wasn't Genevieve, it was Alcott using Genevieve's phone. "We're going to dinner and no one's seen you in forever so we wondered if you'd meet us."

Would I meet them? "Of course. I'll be right there," I said, as I hauled my sore, weary body off of the couch and away from the lovely coolness. No question. Immediate tears as my whole being filled with the relief of knowing that salvation was close by.

Nothing, no one, and no horrible experience is too great to be overcome with the force of happiness and light that comes from that boy. My loathesome day disappeared and I laughed as the boys told of their days' adventures and I remembered again why I'm the luckiest girl in the world.