Dear Mom,

It's 4 a.m. and I can't sleep. My thoughts keep wandering to you.

The kids and I are staying at your house with Dad. Mike came in town today - he will be taking Levi back home with him and then they will head to Ohio for a wedding. It is very strange being in your house without you in it. It seems so quiet and still - until the boys get to running in circles around the kitchen island!

There has been no early morning talks over coffee and boy do I miss that! Remember when we used to go out and sit on the back deck to have our morning coffee? We would just stare out at the lake and enjoy quiet of the calm water.

Dad is hanging in there - though I know he is torn up inside. But he keeps pluggin' along. We find ourselves talking about the strangest things - such as where we plan to put your cookie jars or what the hell are we supposed to do with a $300 wig !!!!!!!!!

Maverick keeps talking about you - he tells us how you are watching us and that he hears you. Levi has stayed pretty quiet about it all - though he did tell me he didn't want to make Pawpaw sad by talking about you. Boy they miss you!

We all do.

Can you see my wiggly tooth???

Mav and his first WIGGLY tooth. Also a photo of the cool tooth fairy pillow we made!

A Day at the park with Mav and Zac

Mom

Mom - I don't know what I am going to do without you! . Keep a watch over the boys - they miss you so much. I will take care of Dad - so do not worry!I miss our talks and laughs already.

Learning All About Goats

A Thought

Don't ya hate it when you are angry over something for a long time - like years - and ONE DAY you come to realize you have spent an awful long time being frustrated/pissed/perturbed over something that in the BIG scheme of things - really didn't matter!???? What a waste of time and energy!!

A funny from Leigh

A friend of mine sent this this morning and it just cracked me up!

A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?" As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?" She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python weally gives a thit."