May Fair

This weekend Tulsa had an art fair in the downtown. I love the energy at fairs, eating cups of dip-n-dots and the rows of booths and stalls to check out. David loves the local bands and getting to try the BBQ. 

I have really come to love Tulsa, especially now that we've moved and it's summer time. I love the big skies and open land. And I'm even getting used to the humidity- granted it's only May, but this desert girl is taking baby steps towards accepting the sticky-hot. I feel quite proud of myself for not mentioning the moisture in the air on our walk today- usually I complain about it quite regularly. I feel like it's a right of passage of sorts. One thing I doubt I will ever get used to, though, is the smoking. I think more people smoke then don't and I fear my lungs with be permanently polluted. The anti-smoking / non-smokers rights are pretty petty. Even our apartment is flooded with our neighbors second-hand smoke on a daily basis. I never thought I'd be one much for getting involved in politics, but in this I've found something I feel really passionate about. You don't think about the simple right of breathing clean air, until it's inaccessible. That and the gap between the poor and the middle class is huge! Never before have I seen so much poverty, racism or those lacking education. It's sad when you see dirty babies in poopy diapers wondering around outside alone or abused dogs with their ribs exposed cowering under stairways. It breaks my heart knowing we're on the up, we have futures beyond stuffing 5 people into 700sq. ft. We may currently be poor students, but we don't expect to live below the poverty line at age 50. We contain hope and potential. I feel so very humbled by the things we've seen. I've discovered a gratitude for even the smallest of blessings. I'm learning that simply having a husband who is kind, respectful and loving is beyond what many women live with. I thank God daily for having a husband who is nice to me- I never did before.