Spring. New Beginnings.

Yesterday while grocery shopping I bought myself a couple of bunches of tulips to celebrate this new season. Good bye winter. So long. Won't miss you. Woke up this morning to this:

That's SNOW on the magnolias and

snow on the hyacinths.

That is just not right. SO very not right.

I wonder if somehow this stupid weather is the reason I ache like an 80 year old? Today was especially incapacitating. Holy cow, talk about not being able to move...

Seriously. I'm considering moving to a warmer climate.

He's a plastic cup Nazi.

It's been bugging him for months (and especially those months when its his turn to empty the dishwasher) that we use too many plastic cups in a day. He's been suggesting that we each pick one, put our name on it, and use that cup repeatedly, instead of always grabbing a clean one.

Tonight, while emptying the dishwasher, he'd had it.

He grabbed a black Sharpie and made some changes 'round here.

He hid all but three.

My plastic cup cupboard:

Andrew stopped by at 11:00 pm with 10 double cheeseburgers to share with us. Clint grabbed the rootbeer from the garage fridge and came back into the kitchen just as I was explaining to Andrew that I was sorry, the plastic cup warden had locked down our cups for the night. I wasn't sure what type of vessel to offer him ...

"Good idea for everyone to have their own. I probably use 10 cups a day at my house ..."

In support of Clint's 'good idea', he used Max's cup.

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He (my first-born) told me tonight that he's probably going to move out next month. Likely just a temporary thing, maybe just 4 months, but he'll see...

Gasp.

Deep breath.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

I'm happy for him, it's a great move. I'm proud of who he has become this past year. And I'm amazed at how he is evolving into an organized, clean, considerate young man. Just when he was getting fun to live with, he decides to grow up and move out. Circle of life, I suppose.

I'm trying hard not to cry, to be brave and supportive.

This is the whole point of parenting. To raise them up to be independent.

It happens overnight.

Without warning.

I love you, Clint. I know you'll love living in Abbotsford. Praying that the whole experience will be awesome for you ...

Three people I'm thankful for:

1. Clint

2. Max

3. Drew

Shalom,