I love you. You are the lights of my life an my heart. You are why I can go to work and what I am happy to come home to. I love you and delight in you.
I don't want to tell you how bad and ugly this years politics are. This isn't a battle for the lesser of two evils, but the lesser of two demonics. Somehow evil was sanitized, or the world went insane again. It is a bad circumstance.
I don't want to tell you about how triggered I feel about big-mathgirl wanting to spend the night. I don't like remembering anger, and powerlessness when
Lots I don't want to say.
I want to say that you are my favorite people, that I am fighting as hard as I can for your good, your well-being, your happy childhood and successful and excellent adult-hood. It is hard. It is up-hill. That is what grown ups do.
Math-micro, I want to paint our Eiffel tower. It should be white and pink and pink/glitter/sparkly.
Math-mini, I want to show you a masters program in CS and secretly work you through it, so that by 12 you could be as capable in life as anyone in the world. I would so dearly dearly love that.
Math-mommy - I don't want the things that crush and tear me to hurt you too. When you get hurt, I bleed too. If you are hurt by something hurting me, then it makes me bleed twice or more. I can't bear it. I love you and hope you have an excellent day, and month.
I hope this winter goes okay. I don't like Halloween/Beggars-night. I am just doing day-to-day to get by. I am praying for resilience, and for excellent things for us.
God keep you all well. Though things are hard, God keep me well too.