I am not one of those girls who ran away from home to spread my wings and find myself.  I didn't have a childhood that left me talking about injustice for years afterward.  I left behind a happy, good place.

And I found another one here.  Sometimes I feel a bit lost and fed up, but usually I understand that this is another part of His kingdom and that there is good here.

Yesterday was hard because I had to drop my mom off and I am awful at goodbyes.  It was just nice to say good morning and I love you for a week.  I forgot how much we need those words.  And there's something great about not hearing them over a static-y phone.  Something really great.

On my way away from her, I was doing really well.  Until I got to the exit ramp and I saw the homeless man standing next to me holding his cardboard sign.  He looked at me and I smiled and that's when two escaped.  And then more fell quickly, silently.  And he lowered the sign and the concern I saw in his eyes undid the rest of me.

My kids slip a lot and call me mom.  We spend time together and their words get confused.  They don't know it, but they are my little family here.  Sometimes I dread 3:00. 

Today is March 1st and for that I am glad.  February seems to be hardest.  Today is beautiful.  Beautiful days make me feel less alone.  And so today is good.