Life is like a box of...crayons?

I really hadn't planned to go three weeks without writing...

Our weekdays are pretty consistently the same. Our last few weekends however, have sort of been a bust. Last weekend, Bob had to work on Saturday and then went back in on Sunday morning for an awards breakfast. The weekend before that, he got up on Saturday morning with either an attack of diverticulitis or some stomach-viral-thingy and was down for a few days. We almost wound up at the hospital over that one.

My son, Travis, turned 30 years old on the 9th. Oh, my gosh! My "kid" is 30. Bob and I met him, his family and a few of his friends at a wonderful steak & rib place for dinner that evening. Of course, everyone at the table had worked that day and Bob & Travis both had to work the next day, so it was short and sweet.

What was really cute that evening was Braedon's breakthrough. You know how kids are...give a little kid a piece of paper and four crayons and they scribble with all the colors. And then one day, (that Saturday night, to be exact), something just clicks and they draw a perfect bunny. Braedon said, "Look, Dad. A bunny." As if he'd done it a hundred times before. What was even cuter was his Dad's reaction. His kid, who'd never drawn a picture that resembled much of anything beyond abstract art had drawn a bunny...on his Daddy's 30th birthday.

"Look at this! Did you see this? Mandy? Did you see this?" It was adorable.

Life is like that...colorful, but sometimes messy. And then one day something you've never seen before becomes clear, even amazing, and you know your life will never be the same.