oh, i nearly lost it tonight. too many people talking to me all at once. and not all that politely, i might add.

but in the end they went off, saved by the good cop of the moment, tim. (i played good cop this morning; his turn.)

i still kiss anna on the lips. does that have to end at some point? when did it end with the others?

even the cats depend on me.

apparently my lifelong practice of eating lemons is an issue for some people in the household.

i don't believe they really want to go there.

in the mornings already, i hear birds. i swear i do, although this makes no sense, as it is february in new york. but you hear them, too, right?

i haven't been to church in so long, but picking up the donations for the food pantry this afternoon, you would not believe how quickly i threw out the "catholic" card to the priest.

or how much lindsey really enjoyed the whole thing...the priest, the tour, the carrying. perhaps, just the being with me?

somehow, i will always identify myself as the girl i was, from the family that took me in, and by the way that i was raised.

we are not just, only, who we choose to be. we are also defined by who loves us.

ain't that the truth.

more soon.

xo,

tara