When you left your parents' home was it to attend college, pursue a job, or embark on a military or humanitarian service? What was it like to be out on your own for the first time?
I left home to go away to college. My parents took me (and another friend who was also going away to college) and we drove from our hometown in California to Provo Utah to BYU where I attended college. The drive across Nevada is SO boring. My dad had me driving with my friend riding shotgun while he took a nap in the back of the old Dodge van. At one point my dad woke up and asked how fast I was going. Apparently he could tell from the sound the motor was making that I was driving too fast. I was way over the speed limit, but his comment was "Don't get a ticket."
We got to Provo and dropped off the friend, then my parents pulled up to my dorm (U Hall of the Deseret Towers). I was on the top floor in the corner most north east in the building. We looked out right into the side of a ginormous mountain, it seemed. We moved in my stuff and then my parents went with me to the book store where I found the books I needed for the classes I was registered for that first semester. I'm sure my books were a couple hundred dollars. Bu tI remember my dad overhearing the total for another customer in another line nearby. It was many hundreds of dollars--for far fewer books. My dad made some comment about he was glad I wasn't taking those classes!
Then they left. I was left in my dorm room. My parents drove home, just like that. I was on my own and was both excited and scared. I didn't know much about BYU other than it was the church's school and that it was WAY cheaper than UCLA--where I dreamed to go, once upon a time. But mom and dad had just opened their shop only a little more than a year before I left home. They made too much for me to qualify for a PELL grant and my mom was adamant that I NOT take out student loans--one of the MANY brilliant things she has told met o do over the years! So I decided the best bang for the buck (since my parents were footing the bucks) was to choose to attend BYU.
The first year I was there, I didn't have a car. I didn't know my roommate yet. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to be when I grew up. And my friends--many from our hometown attended school at BYU--didn't live in the same dorm as me. So, I had to go out of my way to make friends, to find my way, to get around, and figure out my life.
It was a daring adventure--made all the more daring by having a sort-of-boyfriend follow me to Provo for a couple of visits. He tried several times to convince me to quit school and go home to marry him--he knew I'd find a great job, and that we'd be living large before I knew it. He was a moron. But I didn't know that then. He actually came to Provo to convince me to quit school a few times--twice that first year, but a few more in subsequent years--even though I thought I was VERY clear that I was going to stay in school and was way too young to be married and had other plans for my life anyway.
Soon, I came to really enjoy my roommate, LeeAnn--she was from the Sacramento area of California. We ran around with a couple of girls from the floor below us who were both from Littleton, Colorado, Jana and Lisa were good friends. And Jana was always coming up with things to do and places to go and people we needed to meet. Jana got us to do things that we otherwise would never have done.
I made friends on our floor, in our ward, in our FHE group. Just a few at first, but I felt like I had good friends and I could add them to the other friends I knew from home that were all over campus eventually. Between our ward,the dorm, the classes and the people I met through all those people, I had the feeling that I was pretty comfortable there.
Until, I wasn't.
This was before cell phones or free voice over internet calls. If I wanted to talk to my mom or dad--let's face it, it was usually mom--I had to wait until after rates went down after dark and on the weekends. I couldn't afford to call very often or talk for very long. But sometimes that was ll I wanted was to hear their voices and have them tell me I was doing the right thing and I could do it.
Luckily my mom would writ to me each week--a snail mail letter to the mailbox downstairs. Those letters meant the world to me. I knew she was thinking of me, and I knew what was going on at home. That first year wasn't easy, but it was worth it.
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Sunday, July 8, 2018
Sunday, April 8, 2018
#52 Stories--Story #26
In childhood, did you share a bedroom with siblings or have a room to yourself? What kinds of things did you collect and display in your own little corner of the world?
I had my own room growing up. Since there was only me and my younger sister, we had separate rooms. Good thing or we'd likely have killed each other. It was close once in a while even in separate rooms.
I remember collecting key rings for a while. Thought I didn't really display them, I had a cool old box made from wood that I kept them in I did hang some on a bulletin board for a while though. I'd find cool key rings whenever we went someplace. I guess they weren't that expensive so it was do-able. But I loved to take photos too. I began a photography hobby when I was about 10. It was one way to bring home "things" from wherever I went. Some of those I did display, but again just on the bulletin board in my room.
I had my own room growing up. Since there was only me and my younger sister, we had separate rooms. Good thing or we'd likely have killed each other. It was close once in a while even in separate rooms.
I remember collecting key rings for a while. Thought I didn't really display them, I had a cool old box made from wood that I kept them in I did hang some on a bulletin board for a while though. I'd find cool key rings whenever we went someplace. I guess they weren't that expensive so it was do-able. But I loved to take photos too. I began a photography hobby when I was about 10. It was one way to bring home "things" from wherever I went. Some of those I did display, but again just on the bulletin board in my room.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
#52 Stories--Story #21
Who was your first best friend? Are you still in contact with each other? What do you remember about the friendship?
The majority of my growing up my best friend was Kathy M. We rode the bus together. We attended school together. We had similar country-girl lives. In junior and high school we were inseparable. More weekends than not we were spending the night at each other's homes. After graduation we both even attended BYU for our university studies.
We had been in tight contact until shortly after my kids were born. Her first marriage broke up in a rather ugly and hurtful way far beyond what I understood at the time. At our 10 year high school reunion I crossed a line and told her what I thought of some of her choices--completely out of bound as I now know--and she didn't speak to me again for 20 years. I regretted what I said from almost the very moment I said it.
We saw each other at the 20 year reunion--but our greetings were superficial and very brief and a little more than awkward.
By our 30th reunion this past summer, her life had radically changed. She was divorced a second time and was now living in a committed lesbian relationship. At the reunion I took the chance to ask her how she really was and how her kids were. I asked how her parents and sister were doing. I feel so grateful that she took the questions in the genuine way I meant them and --whether it was the wine or something else talking--she told me JUST how things stood in her life. Since she had come out, her parents had disowned her and her sister didn't want much to do with her either. Her partner Stacey was there with her and frankly, I thought she was terrific! I took the chance again and told her that I was so sorry things weren't better with her family, but that I was so happy that she seemed so happy and at peace in herself and with Stacey. I also told her that I always just wanted her to be happy. We hugged and I felt like things are fallen back into place.
We aren't at any kind of similar place in our lives right now, but I am sincerely pleased that she has found some happiness after a life full of some really difficult and painful situations. She is now a Nurse Practitioner in Montana and a grandma three times over. I wish her nothing but continued happiness and joy and some sense of peace about her family. I have so many happy memories from growing up at each other's side. And that I can't ever regret.
The majority of my growing up my best friend was Kathy M. We rode the bus together. We attended school together. We had similar country-girl lives. In junior and high school we were inseparable. More weekends than not we were spending the night at each other's homes. After graduation we both even attended BYU for our university studies.
We had been in tight contact until shortly after my kids were born. Her first marriage broke up in a rather ugly and hurtful way far beyond what I understood at the time. At our 10 year high school reunion I crossed a line and told her what I thought of some of her choices--completely out of bound as I now know--and she didn't speak to me again for 20 years. I regretted what I said from almost the very moment I said it.
We saw each other at the 20 year reunion--but our greetings were superficial and very brief and a little more than awkward.
By our 30th reunion this past summer, her life had radically changed. She was divorced a second time and was now living in a committed lesbian relationship. At the reunion I took the chance to ask her how she really was and how her kids were. I asked how her parents and sister were doing. I feel so grateful that she took the questions in the genuine way I meant them and --whether it was the wine or something else talking--she told me JUST how things stood in her life. Since she had come out, her parents had disowned her and her sister didn't want much to do with her either. Her partner Stacey was there with her and frankly, I thought she was terrific! I took the chance again and told her that I was so sorry things weren't better with her family, but that I was so happy that she seemed so happy and at peace in herself and with Stacey. I also told her that I always just wanted her to be happy. We hugged and I felt like things are fallen back into place.
We aren't at any kind of similar place in our lives right now, but I am sincerely pleased that she has found some happiness after a life full of some really difficult and painful situations. She is now a Nurse Practitioner in Montana and a grandma three times over. I wish her nothing but continued happiness and joy and some sense of peace about her family. I have so many happy memories from growing up at each other's side. And that I can't ever regret.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Separation Anxiety
For his Spring Break, The Boy drove himself and his best buddy to California to send some time with the grandparents, fix a truck problem with Grandpa and do a little sight seeing. Genius Golfer and I were both working, so off he went: alone and unchaperoned by a parent or guardian.
I thought I was ready for his transition to adulthood. He'll be 18 at the end of the month. He was driving through Las Vegas, due to snow over Donner Pass. I thought I was ready. I wasn't completely.
His week went great. The driving was safe. He had a great time. He check in with me throughout the week. But, boy, did I miss him!
It isn't like it was with The Girl. He rarely spends the WHOLE day on a weekend with me. Maybe a few hours if he is helping me with a project. The Girl sometimes would spend the whole day with me. It isn't that.
I'm struggling to put my finger on it, but I believe it rides on the fear that he no longer needs me. The Girl doesn't really either, so this uselessness of a mother is a new sensation for me. I feel like they have needed me for 18-ish years to this point. Suddenly, they don't. It makes me feel a little lost.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to be responsible adults. I just didn't want it to happen so soon.
They have been the most fun as teenagers. And I cannot believe how quickly that segment of their lives has blown past me. I was just getting used to the phase they were in, and all of a sudden they have moved on.
Like it or not, my purpose is shifting.
I need to find a way to make the rest of my life as satisfying as my stint as a mom.
I thought I was ready for his transition to adulthood. He'll be 18 at the end of the month. He was driving through Las Vegas, due to snow over Donner Pass. I thought I was ready. I wasn't completely.
His week went great. The driving was safe. He had a great time. He check in with me throughout the week. But, boy, did I miss him!
It isn't like it was with The Girl. He rarely spends the WHOLE day on a weekend with me. Maybe a few hours if he is helping me with a project. The Girl sometimes would spend the whole day with me. It isn't that.
I'm struggling to put my finger on it, but I believe it rides on the fear that he no longer needs me. The Girl doesn't really either, so this uselessness of a mother is a new sensation for me. I feel like they have needed me for 18-ish years to this point. Suddenly, they don't. It makes me feel a little lost.
Don't get me wrong, I want them to be responsible adults. I just didn't want it to happen so soon.
They have been the most fun as teenagers. And I cannot believe how quickly that segment of their lives has blown past me. I was just getting used to the phase they were in, and all of a sudden they have moved on.
Like it or not, my purpose is shifting.
I need to find a way to make the rest of my life as satisfying as my stint as a mom.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Proof of the Time Warp
Yesterday The Girl (finally) got an appointment with the temple to receive her endowment there next week. All this mission prep is suddenly becoming VERY real. How can she be old enough to go to the temple? Or on a mission? Wasn't she just posing for "modeling" photos with her friends?
This was 2008, you say? Yeah, I guess it was. But that was, like, a couple weeks ago, right?
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Like it or not, she'd growing up and I have to face the facts. I'm just grateful she is growing up so nicely. Fifteen years ago I wasn't sure she'd live long enough to make it school all day. Maybe she got all that "terrible" out of her system when she was two and three. Since then, she's been really enjoyable.
Or just barely graduating from high school?
Like it or not, she'd growing up and I have to face the facts. I'm just grateful she is growing up so nicely. Fifteen years ago I wasn't sure she'd live long enough to make it school all day. Maybe she got all that "terrible" out of her system when she was two and three. Since then, she's been really enjoyable.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Sometimes You Just Feel It More
Yesterday The Boy registered for his classes for his SENIOR year! How is that possible?! Wasn't he a little toddler running naked in the backyard just two weeks ago? I can't believe how fast the time has gone.
There are sure lots of things I wish I'd done differently with my kids when they were little. Not that I think I ruined them, but I think I missed too much of them. I wasn't there in the moment with them. I was worried about all the "other things" I should be doing.
Those times are long gone and I 'll never get them back. But when I look at either of them, I know they are good people, even if they won't snuggle up to me and read a picture book anymore.
But it doesn't keep me from wishing they would.
There are sure lots of things I wish I'd done differently with my kids when they were little. Not that I think I ruined them, but I think I missed too much of them. I wasn't there in the moment with them. I was worried about all the "other things" I should be doing.
Those times are long gone and I 'll never get them back. But when I look at either of them, I know they are good people, even if they won't snuggle up to me and read a picture book anymore.
But it doesn't keep me from wishing they would.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Last Game, At Least for a While
Last night The Girl and our neighbor girl, Christine, had a game of Lego Star Wars at our house after family home evening. It will be a long time before these girls play Lego Star Wars together again. Christine will enter the MTC tomorrow to begin full time service as a missionary in North Carolina.
These girls used to play together every day, at least once, when they were in the early years of elementary school. As they got older, busier, and more involved they grew apart a bit. But that is natural. They have always remained friends. And that was the basis of their gaming last night.
It was crazy to think, I watched them giggling & visiting while they were also concentrating on a silly video game, that these girls were old enough to head our intro the world, to teach the Gospel, and invite others to Christ. But there really is no age limit for that. That is just living the Gospel.
And they've been doing that since they learned how to play their game.
Good Luck in the mission field, Sister Eastwood! We'll hold your game for you!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The Thing About Today Is, It's Now
I know it is only Tuesday and not everyone has extra days off this week, but I am excited today because--even though I have to work today and tomorrow yet--The Girl is coming home tonight for Thanksgiving weekend.
I know she was home briefly over Labor Day weekend, and then again in October for her fall break weekend. But this is holiday weekend where the whole holiday is about being together as a family and eating good food. Sure there is room for some time with friends, but I am hoping--though I haven't pushed for her plans yet--she will have time to spend with us this weekend.
I used to inwardly roll my eyes when I heard Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle"--do you remember it?
Sadly, the older I get I am realizing that this song is true, and it happens when you aren't looking and MUCH faster than you anticipate. So with The Girl coming home this weekend, I'm looking forward to sitting around and just soaking it all in. This family time doesn't last for long. And as the kids are quickly turning into grown ups themselves, I feel doomed to repeating the story from this song. And it breaks my heart.
I know she was home briefly over Labor Day weekend, and then again in October for her fall break weekend. But this is holiday weekend where the whole holiday is about being together as a family and eating good food. Sure there is room for some time with friends, but I am hoping--though I haven't pushed for her plans yet--she will have time to spend with us this weekend.
I used to inwardly roll my eyes when I heard Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle"--do you remember it?
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then
I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then.
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then
I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then.
Sadly, the older I get I am realizing that this song is true, and it happens when you aren't looking and MUCH faster than you anticipate. So with The Girl coming home this weekend, I'm looking forward to sitting around and just soaking it all in. This family time doesn't last for long. And as the kids are quickly turning into grown ups themselves, I feel doomed to repeating the story from this song. And it breaks my heart.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Out of The Shadow
Last night, The Boy was in a surly mood. As he is a 15 year old teenaged boy, this isn't unheard of, however, I hadn't seen any of the typical triggers to bring on this kind of behavior. So I gave in and finally asked him "What is bugging you?"
"Mom," he said, "Can't you see my mustache?"
He was in a rotten mood about this otherwise universal sign of maturation. "How can I get rid of it?!" he wanted to know.
I suggested that he might want to ask "Santa" for an electric razor for Christmas. He looked at me with daggers in his eyes. "OK," i told him, "if you don't want to shave, I know a great lady who could wax it for you."
He coughed at the idea and stated that he could think of nothing more uncomfortable than that. I tried to encourage him by telling him I've had my eyebrows, among other things, waxed and it only hurts the first time really bad. He still wasn't interested.
I told him that I have friends who bleach their mustaches. Of course, in my mind, I was thinking that these are darling little ladies who do this so he won't want to hear that either.
Instead, he jumped at that. "How do you do that?!"
I suggested that for tonight he use some hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball and work on lightening it. He ran upstairs to see what he could do with that.
Before bed, he came back to show me that it was "definitely lighter" (his words, not mine) and that besides the stinging this was his preferred method of dealing with it.
I'm not sure how he could get any stinging from a little cotton ball dipped in hydrogen peroxide...but if he thinks it is working for him, OK. Whatever.
Crazy things that the teens in my house get upset by, don't you think? I mean, really. Now if your baby was obviously growing up and getting to the point he will need to shave, well, that is a reasonable situation to be upset about!
"Mom," he said, "Can't you see my mustache?"
He was in a rotten mood about this otherwise universal sign of maturation. "How can I get rid of it?!" he wanted to know.
I suggested that he might want to ask "Santa" for an electric razor for Christmas. He looked at me with daggers in his eyes. "OK," i told him, "if you don't want to shave, I know a great lady who could wax it for you."
He coughed at the idea and stated that he could think of nothing more uncomfortable than that. I tried to encourage him by telling him I've had my eyebrows, among other things, waxed and it only hurts the first time really bad. He still wasn't interested.
I told him that I have friends who bleach their mustaches. Of course, in my mind, I was thinking that these are darling little ladies who do this so he won't want to hear that either.
Instead, he jumped at that. "How do you do that?!"
I suggested that for tonight he use some hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball and work on lightening it. He ran upstairs to see what he could do with that.
Before bed, he came back to show me that it was "definitely lighter" (his words, not mine) and that besides the stinging this was his preferred method of dealing with it.
I'm not sure how he could get any stinging from a little cotton ball dipped in hydrogen peroxide...but if he thinks it is working for him, OK. Whatever.
Crazy things that the teens in my house get upset by, don't you think? I mean, really. Now if your baby was obviously growing up and getting to the point he will need to shave, well, that is a reasonable situation to be upset about!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
They Are Growing Up
Last night the Boy was on a Scout Camp out with his troop near Strawberry Reservoir.
The Girl went to a slumber party with the Swim Team girls.
The neighbor boy had a birthday party--he turns 15 next week--and his older brother's band played in the cul-de-sac, and three cops showed up.
Never a dull moment, right?
I am a little surprised at how quickly this all happened. Just a few days ago I was having a conversation with Dear Friend Chris about her brother and her niece and nephew. Her brother was asking her about ideas to raise toddlers and preschoolers. They are good parents who are going through the regular stuff new parents go through. DF Chris is a wonderful auntie, but hasn't raised her own children. So she was a little amused with him asking her about it. She loves these two little people more fiercely than even she expected, so she is eternally vested in their lives.
It just doesn't seem that long ago I was having similar conversations with my parents, or neighbors and friends here that had traveled this path before me. Now, my preschoolers are junior high schoolers and my toddlers are no where to be found.
Not that I would change the pattern, at this point. I really struggled with preschoolers. That was a difficult age for me to cope with. I felt that I was always, incessantly and continually telling them "no" and "stop" and "don't". I felt little joy in parenting at that point, as I recall.
Not that I hear choirs of angels singing now as I sit at the kitchen table and marshal these two through homework or chores. But they are so much more enjoyable in their activities and so much more apt to conversation and much more able to entertain me. They are just a lot of fun. But they are growing up; of that I have no doubt.
They need me less and less. I know my job is never done, but I wonder some days. And if they are growing up, that must mean I am growing old. And maybe that is what scares me.
The Girl went to a slumber party with the Swim Team girls.
The neighbor boy had a birthday party--he turns 15 next week--and his older brother's band played in the cul-de-sac, and three cops showed up.
Never a dull moment, right?
I am a little surprised at how quickly this all happened. Just a few days ago I was having a conversation with Dear Friend Chris about her brother and her niece and nephew. Her brother was asking her about ideas to raise toddlers and preschoolers. They are good parents who are going through the regular stuff new parents go through. DF Chris is a wonderful auntie, but hasn't raised her own children. So she was a little amused with him asking her about it. She loves these two little people more fiercely than even she expected, so she is eternally vested in their lives.
It just doesn't seem that long ago I was having similar conversations with my parents, or neighbors and friends here that had traveled this path before me. Now, my preschoolers are junior high schoolers and my toddlers are no where to be found.
Not that I would change the pattern, at this point. I really struggled with preschoolers. That was a difficult age for me to cope with. I felt that I was always, incessantly and continually telling them "no" and "stop" and "don't". I felt little joy in parenting at that point, as I recall.
Not that I hear choirs of angels singing now as I sit at the kitchen table and marshal these two through homework or chores. But they are so much more enjoyable in their activities and so much more apt to conversation and much more able to entertain me. They are just a lot of fun. But they are growing up; of that I have no doubt.
They need me less and less. I know my job is never done, but I wonder some days. And if they are growing up, that must mean I am growing old. And maybe that is what scares me.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Studmuffin and Brainiac
We just got The Boy's football pictures back. See that shaggy long hair?! It is crazy. I can't believe that he is 11 and looks this tough already. Don't tell him this, but he is not as tough as this photo projects. He is still a funny, smart, tender, and clever boy. His final Primary Sacrament Meeting Program is Sunday and he can't wait for THAT to be over. It is hard to see them grow up, but he is doing a pretty good job, all things considered.
In the interest of equal time and attention, here is The Girl's school photo too! Eight grade was not that kind to me. She is far smarter than I ever was and she seems so much more technologically savvy than I ever hope to be.
How did I get such good kids? God must have sent them the me to test and try them!
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