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The hard stuff.

Is this the biggest dip in the move?  Is this low point as low as it will go?

Some parts of all of this have been good, and rich. Those are easy to access.  The kids have had lots of time to swim.  I have had an awkward time exploring my hometown, but awesomely discovered good coffee.  To be honest it has been hard.  Joy is not an easy emotion for my family.  Deep and true Joy is vulnerable and hard to come by.  I am not sure that my Mom enjoys us being here.  She probably does, somewhere in her heart.  The louder part of her won't say it.  She won't embrace that to encounter the joy of our family you also have to embrace the chaos.  You cannot have one without the other.  It's not a new struggle.  It sometimes leaves me feeling unloved.

The kids are sticky with sunscreen and the dog is stinky from laying around in a shallow paddling pool and I am kind of desperate for another thunderstorm tonight.

I am dreading the future Indianapolis school bus drop off because we are g…

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