Apparently normal is overrated. Between our weekly marriage class, a bi monthly meeting and a ballet that I only go to four times a year, and Memorial day coming up, I now have something booked almost every night for the next two weeks. At least some of it is camping. I just want to get away. It seems that other things are just falling apart as well. Our dear friends had to put their dog of thirteen years to sleep Monday night an my mom's back in the hospital, this time hopefully for just a week.

Smiling faces make lots of things better. Our friend Lauri that we met in Moab took some pictures of the kids and emailed them to me. This is one of my favorites of Andrew. He looks so small in it. And dirty. I think little boys are supposed to be dirty except when their not. And he's not dirty just 'cause he's a kid, but Moab tends to turn you a dirt color. He almost blends right in.