I am sitting in Starbucks, sipping a non-fat, decaf paper cup of healing. My only regret is that I passed on the whip cream. Our babysitter is with the girls, and I am listening to a group of college students chat about what really matters in life. I am tempted to tell them that they don’t have a clue, but for now I am just enjoying the escape. If I didn’t know better, I would say that I was doing great. I have make-up on, I had a play-date with a group of amazing women today, and God has given me the strength to be a single parent while Todd is gone (he left Tuesday and will return Sunday).