Some days are harder.

Some days are harder than others. Today proved to be one of those days. I got up way to early and I am sitting down for the first time way to late. Today has been one of those days that I have been reminded that God's design is for a mother and a father to share responsibilities. When I was tucking my 9 year old to bed I asked her if she could drive herself to school tomorrow so I could sleep in she just shook her head no. I asked my 11 year old the same question and he said he could but he didn't think it was suck a good idea. Then he told me that he didn't think my insurance company would like it. He is now practicing his recorder as I type and I think I must be getting a taste of what my parents went through when I decided I wanted to learn to play the trombone back in the sixth grade. He has been blessed with the same musical talent of his dad. Absolutely none. I am doing my best to encourage him and tell him how good it sounds. He is now blaring on the recorder and singing. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Trish called just a bit ago and said listen to this. The next thing I heard was Ash laughing. Trish said she is laying across her lap with her eyes closed laughing at absolutely nothing. If she lays her down she cries, but as long as she is holding her she is laughing out loud. I love that little Gherkin and can't wait to head to Omaha and see her. Not a lot to this post, just kind of rambling tonight.

Goodnight,

DAVE