March 3

It was a beautiful day outside: 70 degrees, mostly sunny, and a Friday to boot. As I walked Brady home from school, I looked skyward and saw this:

The sight triggered a memory of the first time I can remember seeing this phenomena. I was 28, Abby was one and change, Logan was a little baby, and I was in throes of what I now realize was a pretty bad case of PPD. I was lying on our family room carpet by the sliding door, just staring up at the sky, when I noticed the ring around the sun. It made me think of God and of miracles and it made me hopeful that one day, I'd feel better.

Things aren't perfect now, but I can say that I feel better now than I did then. And that's a blessing.