and maybe sometime I'll tell you the story about the drunk driver that crashed through our house, totalling both our cars and wrecking the garage and part of our living room.
it's been a weird month, our August 2013. a month of patience, lessons, prayers, tears. i don't know what else to say, really, because I'm tired of talking about it and am ready for a little reflective silence on all that's passed. I wanted to write though and just mark this month here.
thanks for reading & thanks for caring.