Both boys are sick, D is out of town, and I am a little stir crazy, ready to reorganize the entire house, start packing for our move to Taos in June, and embark on several creative projects. I have time for none of that, and that leaves me addressing invitations for a small pitty party. But, then I think back a couple of days to the note that D left on the kitchen table after leaving the house at 3:30 AM to catch a flight in Denver after a night up with sick kiddos….
I cried. Isn’t life beauitful? We are so lucky.