The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…The laundry lay forgotten. The spreadsheets could wait. In this moment, surrounded by the beautiful, chaotic symphony of her family, Sarah felt a profound sense of peace. Her ‘problems,’ her ‘domestic dramas,’ were not burdens to be endured, but the very ink with which she wrote her most vibrant verses. And Mark, in his wonderfully silly, supportive way, was not just her husband, but her unwitting co-author, his well-meaning antics providing the perfect counterpoint to her own creative endeavors. He was the steady, if sometimes wobbly, beat beneath her soaring, poetic wings. And for that, she wouldn’t trade him for all the perfectly organized sock drawers in the world.