About a month ago, James graduated. It's true. He's now a doctor (not a real one though. Refer to every joke poked at Ross in "Friends"). He said his first amputation would be on the house, which I thought was particularly generous considering that the person would most likely die as a result. Anyway, I'm really proud of him as he was the first of his group to actually finish. Good job, James. A couple of weeks after that, he received the "Exemplary Faculty" award from the university. This was an honor. I remember our first year here going to the faculty banquet and seeing people receive this award. It's been less than four years since then, and all I can say is I think James has found his calling in life: to be a teacher. He excels at it and loves it. We feel so blessed to have a job that is so fitting and satisfying and provides for our needs at the same time.
On a different level, the last day of school for my oldest three kids was a bit sad for me because Wendy will start school next year and that makes me feel like I am moving into a different stage of life. On the last day, I told Wendy it was the last school day that I would have a little girl at home. She had a very concerned look on her face and said, "Mommy, I think you should call some of the neighbors to come over and play with you while I'm at school so you won't be lonely." I think that's a great idea. Does anyone want to come over and play?
