The kids and I were eating supper together tonight and Sara told me that she had stopped getting a rash every time she tried to wear deodorant. And bras no longer make her feel short of breath (yes, she is a delicate flower). "Yay, me! I get to participate in puberty!" Nate did not want to be left out: "I can't wait! I can't wait!" "For puberty?", I ask, a bit sceptical. "I'm gonna talk in a big, low, hollow voice, LIKE THIS. And I'm gonna have pu-ber-ty hair."
We were laughing our butts off at this point, and I realized that this was the first time I had really, truly laughed with the kids since Si and I split up.