Luke is hetero.

Reedesign is building an addition at Luke's pre-school. Tim told Luke that its his job to watch the work and report back to him after school. He is taking this responsibility very seriously and has his own bright orange Tonka hard hat.

I was early today picking up Luke. While waiting, I ran into Ms. Lilly, the Dean, she said that at recess, Luke climbed up this big pile of oversized blocks the kids play on, I think to check the job. After a minute he sticks out his little chest and anounces loudly to the girls at the bottom of the blocks, "OH KAY!, I'M READY, COME AN GET ME GIRLS!"

As Ms. Lilly and I were laughing about this, I leaned in close to tell her Tim and I had suspected his was hetero from the begining!

Time.

Never underestimate yourself.

At this time in my life my main problem is time. I suppose thats the same for millions of people. But to me this is a luxury problem.

I have all these choices everyday of my life, these choices will define me, my life.

I am so grateful to be able to choose how to spend my time. So today this is the topic of thought. What do I choose to do with my time?

I'll be thinking on this during the week.

Good morning.

Sometimes life moves so fast and I am so busy with my own thoughts, but this morning Luke woke me up with a big grin. He was excited to go to school. Sleepy-eyed I wandered into the kitchen with him on my heels talking a mile a minute. The one thing he said that did register in my grogginess was, "Mom, I'm hungry!"

I got out the pancake mix and grill. Still on auto pilot I started mixing batter and boiling water for coffee. Luke was excited to have pancakes and wanted to watch me do the flips. He pulled up his little stool to the counter. The kitchen cd player was to my left, mindlessly I pushed play.

The sun was coming up and as I stood beside Luke eating his pancakes standing on his stool, I paused and it seemed like the whole world stood still. Luke with syrup all over his face and holding his fork in the air, Elton John's piano tinkling in the background and Lukey softly singing with mouth full the words to "My Song".
I peered at him from the side as not to make him self-conscience and in that moment my heart grew full. My son with his mouth full of pancakes singing along and making up his own words along with Elton. The sun now risen and streaming in the windows, the smell of coffee, and my son singing.