I was standing in trampoline gym asking Melanie what she wanted to do next for her birthday.  Some sort of shopping? I went down the usual list which for us is more treasure hunting, less mall cruising.  A girl about Melanie’s age started whispering theatrically in our direction.  I thought about the five to ten visible/audible reasons she could be pointing at us.  Then I figured our real story was even worse than what she could see.  Then I thanked God for Oscar Wilde.

And Jesus of course…

Praying for KP