Today, Dave has taken the kids to a birthday party... and I am at home doing house stuff and resting. Fever is gone, but I am so, so hot...not in the good way. How thankful I am for a great husband who steps in when I need him - from doing laundry, to re-planting my garden, to helping with the kids... I love you, Super Dave!
I realized a few days ago that my son is going into the 8th grade... i knew he was, but I ACTUALLY just realized it. This time next year, he will be on his way to high school. This is startling to me because I remember what I did my freshman year of high school. The difference in the household in which Eli is in versus what I was raised in, well, the difference is night and day. I had no parents at home at night AT ALL... my mother was off working and "sowing her late'ish-30 oats" and my father lived in Nashville. It was just me, my little brother Chris (he was 9) and my sister Melissa (she worked and was in and out). So, I pray, pray, pray that Eli does not get into anything like I did.
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