It's 3 am

It's 3 am and all is quiet and good in the Reichard house. The kids are all sleeping, including the fur kids, except the cat, she is prowling. The drip, drip dripping has finally stopped. Thank goodness. My eye lids are getting heavy and sleep is calling me. I am just sitting here reflecting on the day. It was a good one. I spent time with my Mom, I got a great surprise from a good friend, I cried happy tears, the kids kept the fighting down to a minimum, I played a game with a great friend and had some good conversations and the roof lasted through yet another rain storm. I am glad for the roof, I have left, over my head and I am grateful for my family and friends. I am especially grateful because those of you who know anything about PTSD, feeling worthless and invisible is always a problem, but today I feel like I am wearing bright pink and I am being seen. What a great feeling! To be seen. To KNOW you are loved and wanted. To feel needed. Everyone needs that. I know I have said it before, but Thank You Melissa for helping me to be seen.

She's 13

Today my oldest DD turned 13. How time flies. It is like you blink and they are all grown up. Now I have 2 teenagers. My DS turned 19 last week. I was 18 when he was born.
My husband and I decided to go to McDonald's. Our DD's had been given coupons for there at church. I stopped by the grocery store and bought a cake. My friend and her 2 DS came along. A good time was had. Especially when my friend started shooting spit balls and flinging icing at my husband because he had fallen asleep. So see we really never do grow up!