Holding On, Letting Go, and Trying Again I’m writing this update even though I feel like a Ferris wheel without a hub — spinning fast and not quite sure which direction is up. But here goes… We’re back from Austin — already a week! Mabel turned two. Yes, she did — and there was no stopping her. It was one of those rare, deeply happy gatherings: full of love, laughter, and family harmony. Thank you, Mabel. Thank you, Nora and Andrew. It reminded us that coming together is worth every mile and every ounce of effort. Mabel stayed a little shy with James this time, though he joined the fun — took a turn on the backyard waterslide, threw the ball for the ever-obsessed German Shepherd, and soaked in the joy. I let myself relax a bit too; every time I checked, James had already taken his meds and his water — I thought, wow, maybe we’ve found our rhythm again. So when James and Coby flew home five days before me, there was trust that he’d be fine. But somewhere between Austin and Fore...