Tomorrow, spring break will be over. Tomorrow I will make four lunches in the dark (well, maybe only three because oldest boy hardly ever eats what I pack him). Tomorrow it will be lessons and homeroom and what's for dinner. That is real life.
Yesterday was real life, too. It was crying with brand-new friends, laughing hard over silly things, painting nails, singing and praying together. It was seeing "Christ in you, the hope of glory".