"Fair"ing Well

We woke up this morning and went.  And I'm not entirely ashamed to admit that the freedom to do that, to not have to worry about making arrangements for the dog or for our dying daughter, felt good.
It ended up being one of those days when the soles of our feet were dirty and our cheeks hurt from smiling, one of those good days when we kept looking at each other and at our boys, recognizing that the other was experiencing the same having it all(ish) feeling.  And we don't have it all, not even close, but what a nice experience, no matter how short-lived.


Christy said...


The Wendels said...

Yep there was that flippity flop again.