under pressure

The pressure building in my chest since February has significantly decreased. It's one of those things that happens when you least expect it. Spending hours and days and weeks praying for the sick feeling in your stomach to ease, and then one day you think "Wow, it's better. When did that happen?"
I'm slowly regaining the ability to remember. It was too tough to remember before. Remembering the past would create pain almost immediately. But tonight, I remembered one clear, vivid, beautiful memory of the day we took our son home from the hospital. Driving at snail-like speeds for fear that we might break him while turning a corner.
And I laughed. And that laugh felt fantastic.
Simplicity.