Here’s a peek into my back yard. Without the sun penetrating them, my windows look clean, right?

Here’s a peek into my back yard. Without the sun penetrating them, my windows look clean, right?

Aubrey and I played Catan Junior the other day. She is competitive, so I don’t need to go easy on her. We were only a few turns into the game and luck was flat out bad for her. My ships and lairs were piling up and she had nearly nothing.

It’s one of the moments I remember so clearly. I was driving in the car with a dear friend a few months after my father passed away. I had helped my mom sort through his office, deleted his cell number, wept when a military convoy drove by (he was career military), and had been processing “goodbyes” in countless other ways.
