Dear Children, you have had ear infections, sinus infections, strep and colds. On the up side you all love school still. And we aren't drowning in homework yet. Dear B&W, Thanks for the double date! It was nice to go out with friends and just enjoy the evening. You guys always make me laugh. Dear House, I'm going to go through every corner of this old house and make it home. Add one more place to my long list of scrubbing, painting, papering, scouring every cupboard and drawer. I can't say I'm excited about it, but I am looking forward to having an organized house. Dear Foot Ball, I watch you break my boy. I see him try again and again. I was worried about weather or not it is the best thing for him. Then I see the other boys cheering him on and helping him. It's what he needs, a team. Dear Avary, if your big brother has a boomerang in his hands it's going to be dangerous. Just run away. I think an x ray, splint and a swollen, bruised, sprained finger will help you to remember that. With barely being able to walk this week also, there have been a lot of tears. Somehow you always tough it out and still went to gymnastics. Tough cookie. Dear Hazel, I watched you pick up and stack SIX tires! You weigh 40lbs. I am utterly amazed. Dear Hailey, you are learning quickly on your violin. I love that. Dear Will, thank you for making it possible for me to have a break. Thank You for being such a good Father to my children this week. Can't explain the feelings in my heart when I see you give my little boy a blessing, and he let you, when you lay on the trampoline with the kids and look at the stars, when you help my kids with homework, seeing you play with them, when I see you hold them when they cry, when I see my little girls arms wrapped around your neck or them asleep in your arms, when I see their faces light up every time you come home. I can't explain what happens in my heart. Oh how I love you so. Dear Self, It's good to know my limits. It's better to know how I can expand them. I need a quiet moment to ponder, to feel, to reflect. One step at a time. Patience with myself is hard.
