where to start?

Some days are just simply nuts. Whacko. Insane. I hear words in a voice that sounds oddly like my own say things I thought I'd never say. Things like, "Kick your brother gently!" and "I'm sorry you don't love me anymore because I can't actually take you to the desert." Other days are more mundane. A walk down the street. Searching for bugs in the yard. Drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows after playing outside in the frigid northern Michigan winter. All of it is amazing. Most of it is rewarding. Some of it I can't wait to do again (and again).