Friday, June 04, 2004
Paul goes to his Dad's house for two weeks. He leaves in the morning. I will leave early today to go home and spend some time with him. I will miss him when he's gone. I'm sure he's going to miss me. He kept telling me last night. And he asked me several times to come home early today to spend some time before he leaves. That was the first thing he asked me when he woke up this morning. I want to hurry and get this work done so I can do that!
Home Coming:
Some days I can't wait to get home after work.
It's wonderful when I drive up and my two kiddies are outside. The moment they see me they are squealing in delight. My son (12) shouts, "Mom's home!" My daughter (5) comes running over to the car squeaking "Mommy, Mommy!" It's a really wonderful reception. Then I get the hugs and glad to see ya's, and then comes the few moments when I can sit and relax for a few moments before I start dinner. I usually sit with the kids and watch some reruns of the Simpson's and that Seventies Show. Then I try to get dinner done before seven. Dinner is usually in front of the TV. Hopefully no one spills a drink on the carpet!
The people I remember from my childhood:
Oh gosh there are so many people to remember from my childhood. The one who stands out the most is my Dad, of course. He has no idea, I'm sure how much he influenced me. Not by anything he ever said, but by the things he did and the way he is. He is the kind of person who would stop and help someone out, even a total stranger, and never want anything in return for it. He taught me about God and everything I know and believe came from what he taught me. He is a wonderful person. Everyone should know someone like my Daddy.
Gita is another person I remember from my childhood. She was (and probably is still there, I'm not sure) a very devoted Sunday School teacher and youth leader.
One of my best friends, Denise. I saw her everyday in school, from the fifth grade on. She died in a car wreck at the age of 34.
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Home Coming:
Some days I can't wait to get home after work.
It's wonderful when I drive up and my two kiddies are outside. The moment they see me they are squealing in delight. My son (12) shouts, "Mom's home!" My daughter (5) comes running over to the car squeaking "Mommy, Mommy!" It's a really wonderful reception. Then I get the hugs and glad to see ya's, and then comes the few moments when I can sit and relax for a few moments before I start dinner. I usually sit with the kids and watch some reruns of the Simpson's and that Seventies Show. Then I try to get dinner done before seven. Dinner is usually in front of the TV. Hopefully no one spills a drink on the carpet!
The people I remember from my childhood:
Oh gosh there are so many people to remember from my childhood. The one who stands out the most is my Dad, of course. He has no idea, I'm sure how much he influenced me. Not by anything he ever said, but by the things he did and the way he is. He is the kind of person who would stop and help someone out, even a total stranger, and never want anything in return for it. He taught me about God and everything I know and believe came from what he taught me. He is a wonderful person. Everyone should know someone like my Daddy.
Gita is another person I remember from my childhood. She was (and probably is still there, I'm not sure) a very devoted Sunday School teacher and youth leader.
One of my best friends, Denise. I saw her everyday in school, from the fifth grade on. She died in a car wreck at the age of 34.
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