Gratitude: Doing puzzles with the family. Assembling new bench for the porch. The Pits: While at Arrington, we were first compelled to sit under the shade because of the hot sun, then we seeked more substantial shelter because of the
Gratitude: The sound of the bug zapper. Turner and Weston behaving–for the most part–at my office. The Peaks: Marcia recently gave me a couple of puzzles “for the kids.” One is a 1,000 piece set of sports cars of the
Gratitude: Nice visit with Heath, Matt, and Boog at Uncle Julio’s. The Pits: After lunch, the boys’ behavior was a little out of control. The Peaks: The boys came to the office with me today. Fortunately, it was a short
Gratitude: The NRC community and running with the boys. Awareness of my tendency to get easily distracted. The feeling of taking off my shoes after having them on for a long time. The Pits: I failed to remember to wear
Gratitude: Getting to visit my mom and dad at VUMC before they left to head back for Winchester. The kids being excited for Gael to come keep them. The Pits: Weston tripped and fell on the run and teared up
Gratitude: Visiting with Mamaw and Papaw at the VUMC and seeing Papaw more aware. Turner and Weston having a full, safe day with Gael, the babysitter who kept them today. The Peaks: My dad was transferred back to the Winchester
Gratitude: Papaw being able to sit up after surgery. Riding bikes with the boys and playing basketball. Well-adjusted bike brakes. The Pits: I visited my dad at the VUMC today, but he was very disoriented and frustrated. The Peaks: When
Gratitude: My daddy pulling through a 5-hour back surgery. The portable canopy to provide shade during football games. The Pits: I had a piece of food stuck in my teeth while we were at the park and it was really
Gratitude: The smell and look of a freshly-tended yard. The Pits: Because of a questionable call on the part of Weston’s coach–allowing the team to score so we could get the ball back with a minute and twenty seconds left
Gratitude: New granite desktop. Boys playing basketball, and wanting to fall asleep in our bed. The Pits: Today was a little bittersweet as the boys are no longer 1st and 3rd grader, and the knowledge that I’ll likely never be