For the 16th year in a row, this morning started with pictures. On the first day of school we have always taken pictures of our kids. (I’m not sure we know where all of the pictures are, which means I have less than two years to find all of Hope’s.) We take their picture, pray for each of them (every day, actually) and then release them to this next formal part of the future.
Hope is now part of the coffee cup flickr series, with iced coffee from the previous evening. Because this was the first rainy first day of school I remember, the light was important as we left for her junior year.
Andrew said, “people fuss about their pictures. But every expression in a picture has been on their face in public before. So why does it matter?” He increasingly less concerned with appearance and more with substance. Listening to him talk about some business concepts recently has been exciting.
And then Nancy and I went to the mall to walk and take care of errands. This would be the first time, however, that we have ended a walk with a snack. It was raining so hard that we decided to wait for it to stop.
Why bore you with this back to school letter?
- If you have little children and are wondering if they ever grow up, the answer is that they usually do.
- If you want to know what I’m about, you have to meet my family.
- If you wonder whether I have a normal life, the answer is “No, but that’s doesn’t bother me.”
Thanks for stopping by. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled signs of life series later.
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