The boys and I have been on a whirlwind of here and there the past few weeks. Ridley begins primary school this week and without realizing it I tried to do as much with the boys as I could before summer comes to a hault. It was exhausting, but worth every moment. I feel fourtunate because I know how to enjoy my boys, my closest friends, their children that I love as my own, the time I spend with my grandmother. There is a deep sadness for those that cannot do that. Enjoy one another. Is happiness learned or did I learn by watching the opposite? No matter, as I sigh and have tears in my eyes I think, "Oh, I am so glad I enjoy life!"
