I live a few miles away from the Tacoma Narrows bridge which collapsed in 1940 (pictured here).
Someone posted this picture and for the longest time, I didn’t notice that there were actually people walking on the suspension lines to cross it.
And it reminded me of our journey as Ausome parents. This journey isn’t what we expected. But we did what we had to do to find a way through.
It may be a different path. It may be a “harder” path, but it is the same destination.
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