I guess today is about the same as most days. I am busy with getting things together for a fundraiser for my daughter's dance team. My mother-in-law called and my father-in-law is going for more tests to find out why he has been feeling so bad lately. I just finished cleaning up the lunch mess from my kids and 4 of their closest friends. The toilet is clogging up and so goes my life.

I just looked over and Buster has stuffed himself into this tiny little box and his fat little body is hanging out of all the sides. It is a pretty good laugh. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without my fur boys to make me smile.

I can't believe my son is 18 already and will be leaving for college in less than a year. It seems like just yesterday that we were learning to tube feed this tiny little thing so we could bring him home. I am so proud of him! Right now he is on track to be valedictorian of his class, and he has learned to really live his life, not letting his illness slow him down. When his right arm was paralyzed for awhile, he learned to play baseball left handed. He has grown up to be such a remarkable young man, the kind of kid that is responsible and you can trust. I know I am rambling on but I am sooo proud of him and it is such a hard thing for me thinking that he won't be in our household every day. I know that everyone grows up and life changes, I guess I am just going to have to get used to it. It is not like millions of other young adults don't do the same thing every day. Okay, I'll stop my sniffling now, and write more later. :)