After days of rompin' stompin' gorgeous weather, it rained today. Rather profusely. Chase wasn't impressed.
Today also happened to be a "Write Love On Her Arms" day. If you haven't heard before, this is their mission statement:
If you haven't read their vision, I strongly encourage you to do so here.
As somebody who has struggled rather mightily with depression for twenty years, this organization and awareness obviously means a great deal to me.
When you have depression, the rain never ends. No matter how vivid the view for everybody else - even their rain seems brighter - you're surrounded by a cloud of hazy hurt. Always. It can feel like this.
And so we wrote love on our arms.
We hope that our lives can make a difference to those around us. And that somebody, somewhere, who needs to know . . . knows that we love them.