Two hundred dollars of replacement car window from the thug who smashed it out this week and took, of all things, IV's personalized Batman backpack. From Pottery Barn.
I'm pretty sure that did NOT work out the way you wanted it to, Mr. Smash and Grab.
One family, figuring this whole thing out.
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I stared at the ceiling last night. I scolded myself, saying "don't you EVER, EVER complain" - because I have everything I wanted. I have a healthy child who brings joy and laughter to my life. I have an adorable house with running water and electricity and a Halloween montage on the front porch that reminds me every day to embrace the flaws and also buy heavier faux pumpkins next year because these damn things keep ending up in the yard.
In the 79081:
In the 77550:
I have a job that I always wanted - since I was 21 years old I wanted this job, I wrote it on a Life 100 List, I prayed for it and I gunned for it like no other opportunity in my life. This morning I arranged my pictures and books and the flowers that were sent to me this week, hung my diploma and...felt at home with my career.
I sat nestled in my family for portraits this past weekend - brother, sis-in-law, mk and pappy, baby JP and my precious little...and I felt so damn good I thought my heart would burst. Family is unconditional love - does it exist outside of the blood you share? I haven't decided yet.
The road continues with bumps and Spiderman band aids and Fall Little League and holiday decorating and walking to school when the car window is getting fixed and explaining pedestrian signals and making plans with friends because I refuse to let this job swallow my social life, at least entirely, and you know what?
The three breaths come a little easier now.
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