Back in December I was looking for a fictional novel to read, for a change. A family member suggested The Help and gave me their copy. It sat on my nightstand for a few weeks after that.
Then on January 6, 2012 we had the ultrasound. Our flight plan was changed. I then picked up the book and it ended up saving me for those first few weeks. I read it at night before I went to sleep to make myself too tired to worry. I read it as part of my wake up routine to circumvent my "sky is falling" thought patterns.
Nine months later (to the day) we were admitted to the hospital for the third time in Ellie's life. Now we are writing our own book that could be called The Help. It's a story about all sorts of people helping in all sorts of ways. It's a story about love and generosity and it's written by the Author of Life.
