My Sons

My sons are the best gift I've ever been given. It isn't easy sometimes being a parent. I think the hardest part is letting them spread their wings and fly out into the world and choose a life to live. Thank heavens it comes through the process of raising them and they didn't go from the crib to college in a week!
Spencer is at the end of his first year in college.
Andrew is starting in September for his first year.
I am so proud of these boys of mine. Their Dad and I did the best we could. We didn't always make the best decisions or choices yet the boys have turned out to be quite lovely. Both make me laugh daily. Andrew and I love to share a laugh and do so several times a day. They really are growing into handsome, young men. I am so proud to call them my sons. The joy they bring is unimaginable. I'd give my life for either. In an instant. Spencer schmoozes me. Andrew how do I describe you? You are so much like me when it comes to managing your money. Your brother spends it as fast as he gets it. Whether either of you chose your father and I or God decided in his infinite wisdom that we needed you doesn't matter. What matters is we are family and I am so glad to call you my sons.

Dance Like No One Is Watching

Dance is something I rarely do. I am way too self conscious and I have NO rhythm. I'm afraid I have to blame the lack of finesse on my fathers side of the family. He can't dance either. My mother and both sisters dance and in fact love doing so. On my wedding day my father and I muddled through the father daughter dance. He told me to let him lead! I told him it was my wedding day and he needed to follow me. I lead. Nothing remarkable, just a dance a Daddy and his little girl would share. A sentimental dance nonetheless. I wonder will I worry less when I am eighty than I do at forty-nine. I hope one day I will dance like no one is watching. I hope it's soon. I hope with age comes wisdom. When I am eighty I will look cute dancing. Sad, but that is likely when I will begin to dance.