“Be you. The world will adjust.”

I read that aimlessly scrolling through Facebook earlier this week. It resonated for so many reasons. So far, during both Texas visits something has happened inside of me. I hope it happens every time I come here. It’s hard to explain so I won’t even try. You either get me or you don’t.

Earlier this week the boy asked “mom, why do you only sleep on one side of the bed?” Simple enough answer: “that’s dad’s side.”

Texas trips are isolating. I’ve been trying to convince myself they aren’t.