But since writing is cathartic for me and my heart is straining with pain, I wished to share a tiny bright spot this morning.
Today was the first day of school for two of my OS. Aaron begins his senior year, Ike entered ninth grade. The orange hair, freckle face OS was crestfallen last night as he was trying on some pants for his school uniform. "Do these pants look too big?" he inquired, already knowing the answer.
Since we do not encourage lying, I had no choice but to be completely honest. "Yes," I erupted, then exhaled and released the giggle that had been developing from the moment he had slipped on the pants.
Starting your first day in high school as a freshman with big pants is hardly ideal so with the prospect that all the pants in his wardrobe were similarly sized, Ike went to bed grouchy and nervous.
|As you can clearly see, Ike is not a chunky monkey.|
|He has right, |
he did kind of look like Chris Farley
The ancient truths found in the chapter three of the book of Ecclesiastes still possess wisdom.
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to seek, and a time to lose
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak..."
|Aaron, my grandma and I at one of Isaac's basketball games.|
It was like an NBA game for her!