Censorship

If I were to write a blog post in real time, including all the details of our current lives, it would read like a classified pentagon document, with long sections blacked out. There's nothing horrible happening, just life, and yet our lives are intersecting with so many people that I'm unable to write a single thing without providing details for which I have not been given permission to share. On the one hand, who wants to hear the dailies of our life. On the other hand, the daily moments rule our life, so what can I blog about?

I can tell you that negotiating with a three year old is like negotiating with a terrorist.

I can tell you that being pretty is the single most important aspect of Julia's life at the moment.

I can tell you that for homework Grace wrote a poem about our family that included the word "farting".

I can tell you that Grace found her poem hilarious and so did her teacher.

I can tell you that my old cat, Zuzu, is not long for this world.

I can tell you that thinking about Zuzu's death overwhelms Grace with emotion, and I feel humbled to hold her hand and talk with her as she processes this experience.

I can tell you that when I see coffee, smell coffee, watch a commercial about coffee I feel a deep sensation of happiness and longing. I'm sure my brain lights up like an addict.

I can tell you that Craig and I are going to a concert in Atlanta on Thursday and that I haven't been to a concert since before we were married.

I can tell you that it really bums me out that people guess my correct age.

Hopefully this net in which we find ourselves entwined will release a little, and I'll go back to writing more. Until then, I can tell you that we're good, and really, there's nothing more important than that.