H is for...Happy Face. Like the one on this grilled cheese sandwich made for me by my beloved. Isn't he a sweet and thoughtful husband? This made my day!!
H is also for...Hospital, where I spent most yesterday with my teenage daughter. My beautiful girl struggles with depression and was really struggling to push away the suicidal thoughts, so I took her into emergency to get some help from the crisis team. Such is the state of our mental health system that we had a five hour wait before she got in to see the crisis worker. "The" crisis worker...the one and only mental health crisis worker on duty at the children's hospital, and thus for all of children and teens in the entire municipality. Argh. There are caring and competent people working in the system...but the system itself is an underfunded nightmare. I will spare you my ranting and raving though!
Hop on over to ABC Wednesday and Have a look at what other bloggers have done with the letter H!