What is there to say?

Dad died. We had a funeral. We sat shiva. I spent my 40th birthday alone on the autotrain. We went on a really long trip this summer. Two weeks at my Mom's with the girls, then two weeks on the road with Andrew, the girls, my mom and my younger brother visiting a whole lot of places (Denver, Four Corners, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco.) We saw my new niece in Los Angeles. I fought with my mother a lot. Everyone fought a lot. We came home. The girls started school. (There's a first day of school photo on Facebook, but if you want to see it I can show you.) Miriam started kindergarten. Miriam continues to frustrate me and freak me out. Naomi is growing up, and I know the bedtime snuggles will stop someday and so I soak them up as much as I can because just like the sweet, fresh baked baby smell disappeared from her head, so will the need for bedtime snuggles. I thought for a while she might be over having a bedtime song, but that seems to have come back and I'm okay with it. I volunteer with Girl Scouts. I'm still trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do.

There is nothing wonderful or exciting, it's all kind of grey and circular. Just one day, one foot, time folds onto itself and we all keep going.