It is Wednesday, November 10, 2010. The weather has turned cold now with little snow, lot of rain, and lots of falling leaves. I am in my bedroom with the light out sitting in my chair. It's mostly comfortable but little cold. 4 year old Cherish is in the living room on the couch and Tarra is in the green rocking chair. Both asleep I'm sure at this early hour of 6am. It's fine except my medicine hasn't worn off yet. Part of me wants to sleep and part wants to write in my blog. My son Danny turned 33 yesterday. As a mother you think about him as a baby and a small child. You think it was just yesterday that I was rocking him to sleep or pitching a ball to him when he was 3. But he is all grown up now. He's got his father's happy disposition. He is so loving and always has a hug for me. I LOVE HIM SO!
And he still likes playing ball; weather it's softball on the field or the Red Sox playing on TV, or a good golf course to play on with his brother, father, or friends. He has 3 daughters, an ex wife, and just recently an ex girlfriend named Danielle. I was sad to see her go because she is a wonderful girl and I love her so.
Danny, my wish for you is that you come back to church and find a girl that will go with you. That you will find peace in your life.
Thank-you for taking care of grandma Chatterton's house. She always talks highly of you. Your mom and dad will always be there, your family also. I see good things happening in your future as you watch your beautiful daughters grow along with their wonderful dad. Love MOM.
