Time sure fly‘s. I can’t believe that I was just snuggling with him as a new born, and now I’m preparing him for manhood. P.J. has graduated from 8th grade, and has just begun High school. Now it begins… New friends, girls, girls calling the house, challenging choices, after school sports, going to the movies (without us!), shaving, and hormones! I have so enjoyed his elementary years. Driving him to school, volunteering in his class, meeting him at school for lunch on occasion, and meeting his friends. It amazes me how much we have learned from our boys, and how much they have taught us about being parents. Simply being available. It’s in this, that memorable things happen….. When Paul and I had P.J., we decided that we were going to do more than just love our children , but we would show them our love by involving ourselves in their hearts, minds, and souls. Simply show interest in them. I am so grateful, that although we had P.J fairly young, 21 and 23, we were able to learn, by the grace of God, what it meant to have a family. Self sacrifice, obligation, and commitment. We are blessed to have had the opportunity for the most part, to be a constant presence.
