A 20-question magazine quiz recently brought about some all-too-familiar over-thinking. You’ll be happy to know it wasn’t about choosing a loyal BFF or whether one is attracted to bad boys versus the straight-laced sort. My magazine quizzes these days are decidedly more grown-up. Thank goodness.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.
You be you.
We’ve come here every year together since 1997. There were only seven of us since I was the only one married then. Now we’ve swelled to a whopping nineteen, nine of whom are kids. Seven of those nine are ages four and under.
We have babies. When I found out, the miracle literally halted me in my tracks. I couldn’t stop smiling. My husband sent a photo text while I was out shopping. He was just as shocked by the birdy miracle as I was.
One mommy. Three kids. Four flights. One mile of sprinting with three kids to make a connection. Two shuttles. Eight hours in a car. Two sick boys. Countless hours of missed sleep…