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Update (again!)

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I've been going through my digital not-so-organized photos and really missed a place that I was writing our story.  Actually, my boys stop over and walk down memory lane through the archives on occasion too.  So, here I am. Trying this again.

An update is in order:  Zachary is in his third year of college, continues to work full-time for a local attorney, works PT at Chick-Fil-A (to keep him remembering what he doesn't want to do with the rest of his life), and studies regularly for his LSAT, which will be next June.
Samuel will be a junior beginning tomorrow.  He is a great student, still plays the piano and the drums (go figure!). He isn't sure what he wants to study in college but has certainly been eliminating some areas!  Seth will begin 8th grade on Tuesday and is still our favorite.  Not really, but since his brothers' think he is, I figure I may as well give them  something to talk about when I'm dancing on the streets of gold.  Dr. B. begins his 11th year at ELCA tomorrow and his 20-something year in Christian Ed.  And then there's me.  I hold us together. Well, that's not quite true but I'm the grease that keeps us running smoothly.  That, I think is the truth.  Which leads me to say good-night. Breakfast is in 7 hours, which means I need some beauty rest.  

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