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Sometimes I want to write a ton of interesting and angst ridden things about raising a teenager and yet I can’t do it.  Instead I’ll tell you about my rather amazing weekend with my husband.

We didn’t do anything spectacular.  We didn’t travel anywhere nor did we really even eat any normal meals together.  I did my thing, (write papers for school) and he did his (play poker at the local dog track).  But, somehow over the weekend we connected.  Physical connection, but then again the physical so helps the mental and emotional, no?

Either way this morning on my way to work I called my husband and it went something close to this

Him: Hi

Me: are you on speaker phone?  I want to say something to you and if you’re not alone I don’t want to say it on speaker.

Him: ok not anymore, go ahead

Me: this morning in the shower I realized I’m happy.  Just happy.  I wanted
to call you and thank you for making me happy.

Him: I’m happy too

And in the simplicity of our lives, there are amazing moments.  Moments that I treasure.

Shortly thereafter I had a conversation with my ex-husband about my son.  Life.  As soon as you get one portion of it fixed, another unravels.  It’s like endlessly trying to knit a blanket while the moths eat the yarn for dinner.