So, it’s summer, and so far we are having a fantastic time. Lately, I’ve felt ridiculously happy…sort of high on life.

I keep writing blog posts in my head, but then it seems the only good time I have to sit and write is at night after the kids are in bed, and at that point I’m pretty much tapped out. All I want to do then is read, watch TV, or sneak over to Amy‘s house for a drink.

I am about as good a blog-reader as I am a blog-writer, but I stumbled upon this blog the other day and HOLY SHIT it is intense. About a year ago, this woman’s husband shot himself. In the garage. While she was gone and the kids were home. And so she is now the single mom to three little boys, two of whom who watched their father die.

I read the entire blog yesterday. Her writing is so incredibly raw – there were a few posts I read with heart pounding and hands sweating. And I’ll tell you, what she lacks in paragraph structure, she more than makes up for in humor, optimism, and just heart-wrenching raw emotion. She has been given a hand that is just more than one person should EVER have to deal with. Like she says (and like I have said before) – the idea that “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” is bullshit. Because you either deal with it, go crazy, or kill yourself. It’s not like we’re given a lot of options.

So seriously, in lieu of any actual writing here, I’m sending you to her blog. I promise, it’s like nothing you’ve ever read. I’m also recognizing the dissonance of “hey my life is awesome” combined with “go read this lady’s blog whose life is terrible!”. I’m sure there’s something really wise I could say about that, but instead you can just infer it while I go take a shower.