The winds blow through and make the sky so blue. We look out toward Catalina and see the island in full view.

The youngest gets to pick out her very own outfit in the hussle bussle of school. She looks crazy to me.

I sneak off to see a friend and when I come home I discover boys have been rolling their own gnocchi for dinner.

We take walks and find new open spaces in a landscape that feels crowded. Without much talking, we hold hands and take deep breaths.

Sometimes we get exactly what we asked for and we are left in awe of the circumstance. Like finding out that Joe will be starting student teaching in the special ed. department of the same school our boys go to.