Repair job

I can't sugar coat it, the last little while has been tough. Getting to the end of yourself isn't ever fun. 
Repairing a body thats literally breaking down takes work. I'm OK with work. That work starts with (very much enforced) rest. I'm less OK with that. There's been some tantrums, tears, running aways, breakages, apologies aplenty. 
There's also been kindness, laughs, hope and love. So much love. 

And those sweet sweet magic moments of sky and sun and water and mountains where it's all OK.