I am allowed to be taken care of. Soup, blankets, an early bedtime. Comfort is not something I have to be sick enough to deserve.

Courage is not always loud. Sometimes it is getting up, carrying what I carry, and asking for help when it gets heavy. Thank you to everyone who served, and to everyone still fighting battles nobody else can see.

I remember everyone’s birthday, coffee order and bad day. Today I am remembering what I need, too.