And so passes another day of schooling a small one and living in a large house.
Today, a friend drove up from Waxhaw to spend two hours over brownies and ice water. This proves that one does not have to give up one’s life to have children. Or, at least, not when they’re 12.
I still don’t understand how it can be a glorious 68 degrees in early February, but hey. I’m not complaining.