Fruity Fruit Fruit...

My kind of book.

What you don't see

Today, we are thisclose to renting a real house, with 3 bedrooms, still in our school district, everything we'd been hoping for. So I'm really happy.

And at the same time I'm so sad, for her and her and her. I go around our little corner of the world so often feeling like I'm peeking over the fence at all these people with deeply normal lives, where a mis-timed automatic sprinkler getting the newspaper wet is the biggest struggle of the day.
Then I read blogs and realize just how lucky I am, and how I am seeing nothing more than the outside of everyone...

(moved from I Just Wear the T-Shirts)