Weeks, days, minutes are flying by me, much like the Canadian geese to their southern grounds. They say, "hurry, hurry now, no time to sit and enjoy the grain, no time to rest, must hurry". Me, I'm saying the opposite. Sit, relax, enjoy this time, it is fleeting.

Two weeks of vacation, took one week just to relax enough to enjoy the second. SO worth it though. We lolled, played, worked ( who really ceases to do anything productive?) and thought, a lot. Eathon is ten, Cole nine,  a mere 18 months separates them and not much else. Work, play, imagination, each unique in their ways of doing but rarely separate when doing. Our thoughts range to the future for them, what will they be doing in another ten years. Are we molding them to use their gifts God has given them? Our prayers, they are being answered. Now, soon, not perhaps the way I imagined them but they are answered. Thank you Lord. Eathon needs work like breathing air, it gives him happiness to know he is serving a purpose. His little 'bull muscles' are getting larger and while a bit shorter than me for this minute, he probably does not understand his own strength and not just physically. Cole is two parts compassion to one part frustration. Whipping between the two is giving him a measure of patience for his fellow man ( or girl, or animal, they all rate about the same to him at this moment). He can now take himself away to cool off and yet come back to play and care with the tenderness patterned on another who won my heart. I'm loving this season, looking forward to every little second of it.