Thoughts on parenting two boys (one biological, and one "Made in China"), corrupting my high school English students, the perils of being married to a Canadian, and trying to stay "on the heels of Jesus," as my Pastor says.
Monday, February 27, 2012
My first born is turning 8. My dimpled, brilliant, kind, little hockey player is turning 8. In 8 more years he'll drive. In 10 more he'll leave me. And he won't be "mine" anymore. Kids rip your heart out in pieces. One year at a time.
Party this year? Evergreen Lake. Ice skating, of course.
1992: Evergreen Lake. My then boyfriend (soon to be hub), my two younger bros, and my younger sis, me on the right.
2012: TWENTY years later: Evergreen Lake. Four marriages and many deliveries (six kids missing in this pic), tears, laughs, and heartbreak later.
And my younger bro is still a shmuck. Now he's one with grey hair.