I really ought to be in bed. Funny thing is I have to be in court tomorrow... or later today depending on how you look at it. Conrad is taking his mother in for surgery first thing in the morning and my M. is heading out to Manhattan beach with a dear friend and then the two of them are meeting up with a certain boy.

I tell you, no matter how well a parent thinks they are prepared for that milestone... It still knocks you down. And maybe that's the way it ought to be... She's such a fantastic girl. I know it, her Dad knows and all I have to say is this boy better darn well know it! Truth be told, from where I can stand he's a pretty good kid himself but I'm really starting to think that this family-dating-thing/idea is not so far fetched after all. He needs to be scrutinized at a much closer level to pass this radar!

It is inevitable, undeniable, my baby it growing up. I so, so, SOOOOO badly wish I could be there and see her/them. Not like in a sick and twisted kind of way but much in the same way you watch your little one take their first step, beaming and full of pride, or when they take off on their brand new two wheeler. I just wanna see her take off, wind in her hair... oh man I think I'm gonna cry. Moving along...

My H. has done soooo much growing in these last two years herself. It's really quite a remarkable age in the life of a teenage girl. Not only is she stunning on the exterior but she is also developing quite the internal powerhouse. It's like the day after that rainstorm, all in one single night... The bear trees are finally budding, the grass has shot up at least an inch and the colors are saturated to their fullest. Everything just "pops" to the eye.

With the loss of our child, Conrad and I have suffered much... Today at church I overheard as one man was passing along his card to another. Reading the title out loud he explained the origins of the name of his company. The actual name escapes me, the origins never will. He named it after the three children his sister miscarried. No matter how much I skilfully avoid, be it baby showers, pregnant friends etc. it still creeps up and makes me want to hide away in a cave, never to show my face again.

But it would be a lie if I did not say that we have been equally, more so, and abundantly been blessed by this "quiver" of ours. My cup overflows. They all, each and every one of them, bring joy without measure and I AM BLESSED.