Lean On Me

One of the things I will remember most about this time is the worry.

The caution.

The nagging.

Be careful with her.

Don’t pull on her.

Not too fast.

Be gentle.

I feel like I am forever reminding someone to watch out for her.

Someone is constantly lifting her, carrying her, pushing her arms in a direction in which arms shouldn’t move.

Just be gentle.

Please.

Maybe I’m worrying too much.

It must be pretty awesome to have them there for her.