…while you wait for the Pro-Life post.
Today is my son’s last day of 8th grade. Does this mean he’s smarter than a 5th grader? Hmm.
One thing it means for sure is that he’ll be home for the summer to do the two things he does best: help with George and harass his other siblings.
This is what’s known as a mixed blessing.
The other day my friend joked that I take everything personally.
I took this personally.
And then realized she was right.
Two of my daughters have taken to fighting over the baby.
Oh wait, the baby’s two-years-old.
I’m still going to call him my baby.
And in any case, this is not the point. The point is that they like him so much that they’ve taken to fighting over him—as in, “I’m reading to him!” “No, I’m reading to him!”
This is what’s called another mixed blessing.
My blessed life is full of them.