We have left our desert home for gorgeous San Diego where we’ve been dancing among the waves, feasting on cookies and chocolates from Trader Joe’s and watching the kids giggle, race and play tea party with their cousins.
Ten kids under one roof may seem overwhelming, but they are so well-suited in temperament and interests (right now three kids are playing Clue, three are reading and the little boys are wrestling with Stefan) and so enamored with the thrill of having cousins that Ben announced last night, “It’d be pretty cool if we lived in one house all the time. A lot of work, but fun.”
And it’s good that we were together this weekend when my dad made his long standing engagement official. He’s getting married in the fall.
I am struggling. But probably not for the reasons you think. I’m asking for neither advice nor scoldings, but simply the time and space to find my own peace.