I am horribly behind on this blog.  I’ve been in the process of transferring posts from my old site to this one and all I can say is that I used to write SO much more.  Years ago I was writing posts sometimes twice a week and now I can barely manage a post once every six months. I transferred some posts from 2013 this afternoon and I must say that they were somewhat bittersweet.  William was still a baby and Nathan was getting close to receiving his autism diagnosis.  We were travelling, living in a miserably small apartment in Los Angeles, and just trying to survive day to day life.  David and I were both back in school and they were hard years for us.  As things would have it, you’d never be able to tell any of this from the pictures.  We’re all smiling while we celebrate birthdays and go on adventures, tactfully leaving out all the tears, scowls and exhausted expressions.  My mental health always hanging by a very frayed thread that at times would break and then get taped together as quickly as possible because there was no time to do anything else.

Texas has been good to us.  We’re no longer a family of 5 living in an apartment that could now fit in our kitchen.  We’re happy at work, making good friends, and really thriving here.  But as I look back at those old posts, I can’t help but wish I had taken some more pictures.  Pictures that depicted what life was actually like rather than always trying to leave everyone on a happy note.  So I guess I’ll leave this post without a picture.  Not every time in life is going to deserve a happy picture stamped on it.  Maybe tomorrow…