Another proud parent moment

 Huda thunk... that one of the proudest moment for SW... will be for athletics and not academic.  HA!! 

I am blessed

Last night... I got [another] text from a church family complimenting our kids and how well a job we did raising them.  I don't think we did anything special... just reaping the benefits of being blessed.

Then I visited mom last night... and she said the after care that went to her house were surprised how independent and healthy she is.  She walks.  Bathes.  Cooks.  Unlike many of their clients around the same age. Same with dad.  The way they've both taken care of themselves.... makes it so easy for us.  Again... reaping the benefits of being blessed.

Aromatic Coffee

 Got some King Cake PB from New Orleans... something I missed out on last year cuz it was sold out.  And it's definitely something I will never try again.  Aroma infused coffee.... no thanks.  Ruins the coffee experience.  

Slipping Through My Fingers

Had a wonderful dream last night... we were in some home and Joyce tells me there's a spider in the bedroom.  I grab a slipper about to fulfill my husband and fatherly duty... when a 4 year old NN comes out and a 2 year old SW comes out and gives me a hug.  NN then repeats Momma and calls me 老公。 Then SW mimics NN and says the same thing... then gives off his signature SW chuckle.  I give the two of them a giant hug.   One of the best dreams I've had... in recent memory.

[Chorus]

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind?

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Raising your kids right

There are moments when you know you've raised your kids right...

• like the time some random strangers came up to applaud us over the kids' dinner table manners and how well they eat.
• or the time NN went on her service trip and spelling out her Bon Jovi knowledge.
• today... she kept up with all the boys and was able to sing Linken Park on karaoke.  

"And in the end... it doesn't really matter....."

Counting coins

Was at a El Pollo Loco last night.  They have three touch screen machines for ordering and there where two Latino families that were struggling with them.  A young man that worked there was helping them out.  Meanwhile, I'll say, us locals, were ordering on the third machine pretty quickly.  

Then as I was ordering... I saw the family next to me... counting pennies on the counter.  And with the few leftover coins, they stashed it back into a paper envelope.  Not a coin purse.  Not a wallet.  In that envelope... there were maybe a couple of bills.

Kinda makes you think... how long have they been here.  Was that their wages for that day? Were there kids at home... waiting for mom and dad to bring dinner home?

Land of opportunities... roll up your sleeves... work hard... and start climbing.  For a better tomorrow...