January 30

Sometimes I do goofy things to try to amuse my children. Like sometimes, I play a game I call Pursuit with Abby, which involves me following her around the house (or the pool). She's not a huge fan but hopefully she knows I do it because I love her and I'm trying to lighten her mood.

And then this afternoon, when I looked outside and noticed that Isaac had arrived home from school, I quickly squished my face against the window and stared down at him until he noticed me and waved.

They probably think I'm weird, but that's okay. I am weird. We all are, really. And that weirdness --the things that make us unique or that help us to get through the harder days-- is a blessing.