Why I Love My Husband

Okay, I don't present this as an exhaustive explanation, but it is representative.

On Tuesday afternoon my van got smashed up, and today I found myself driving a brand new one, with the kids sitting in brand new car seats in the back, and fifteen cup holders, and a six CD changer. Now, it's not the fact that he bought me a new van, even though that in itself is impressive. It's the fact that the world went off its axis in a significant way on Tuesday, and for three days I bumped around with nothing to say, no joy, no anticipation, no certainty, and then today he got up, took the world by the bunny ears and yanked it back into alignment, and now it's rotating again. I really *appreciate* that in a man.

In other news, this morning we woke up at 4:00AM and drove up to the Eastern Shore, to Wallops Island where NASA has a space rocket launching thingamajig, and we watched a rocket go from right across a marsh from us up into ACTUAL SPACE, right in front of our eyes. It was very very cool. We all enjoyed it, especially Sadie Grace. It was very early though. We are all very tired.

Our day was good:

1. Rocket goes into space.
2. We get our new van.
3. I get everything mailed that I needed to get mailed.
4. We go to Fellini's and have first bruschetta and then perfect greek salad.

By the end of the day, the children were very very tired. We finished reading Charlotte's Web and I cried. I was GLAD that I cried, because I don't think I would have cried yesterday. I think that yesterday, I would have flipped the book closed and said to myself. "Well well. Sad. But what does it matter anyway? Emotion must be something experienced by those strange people for whom life is not an endless grey wasteland of bitter emptiness thinly infused with a bleak miasma of nothingness." But today I was able to bawl, "No one was WIHIHIHITH her when she DIHIHIHIHIIIIED." Ah, the balloonists. How they float away. Now we're ready to see the movie. IN OUR NEW VAN.