The boys went back to school weeks ago now, as referenced in the last entry. Since then there've been fall play auditions and homecoming court nominations, several marching band performances and lots of ice cream. Hank has crocheted a cardigan and more creatures than he can name, Tucker has composed stand tune arrangements and college application essays, and Tolliver is a Madison county wiffle ball tournament champ.
My tears changed their mind about six times yesterday alone. I suspect I feel torn because I am paying attention. And I'm not sure I want to ask more of myself than that.
