Love and Death

This weekend, we dropped the kids off with my same-same, ate some Arby's, and went home to write our wills. It's hard stuff to think about of course, what happens if he dies, if I die, if we both die. If we all die.

It's so morbid and the Husband avoided it, tinkering around the basement, forcing an old Anthrax album on my unsuspecting ears, moving shit here and there as I shouted out questions. But it's peace of mind. Knowing that our kids will, as much as possible, stay *home* in our absence. And home means people who love them and know them and share our parenting style (or maybe the parenting style we hope we have). And having people like that in your life, and knowing it well enough to put their names on your will? That's the real blessing.