First Days of School

I love September. I love the beginnning of fall, well, all parts of fall actually. I love seeing school buses drive by and stacks of notebooks at the local grocer. I love how a gusty wind can prematurely blow leaves from their branches leaving them scattered in the road and lawn. I love seeing pumpkins on doorsteps, albeit a little early. Midwest living at it's absolute finest. However, this year September brings new feelings as both of my children head to school - Olivia all day in 1st grade and Ethan to Preschool for a few hours a week. These new feelings range from excitement to what this year will hold for them and all they are destined to learn and experience, sadness as I face my first pangs of loneliness without them (it has been 6 years since I have not had a child at my side), and just a hint of gratitude for my few hours of independence.

Ethan's 4th Birthday!!!

At 4 Ethan...

* loves God, his family and friends, home, camping, and the beach

* is very athletic...he can hit a baseball (and field it) with amazing talent and can throw a frisbee perfectly



* makes us laugh all the time

* his favorite color is blue, like Anakin's light saber



* likes Star Wars, playing restaurant, and hearing Berenstain Bear stories - again and again and again

* can do an amazing cartwheel




* thinks his Daddy is the greatest thing ever

* is verrrry ticklish




* wants to be a tree worker when he grows up and own an ice cream truck, he will have ice cream and Star Wars popsicles, Superhero popsicles, Fairy popsicles and Princess popsicles

* is so excited about starting Preschool in the fall




* is caring, loving, kind, funny, smart, sensitive, thoughtful, compassionate, handsome, loved beyond compare, and absolutely fearfully and wonderfully made!