My boys, the lawyer and the creative poet

Thaddeus the lawyer

When discovered sitting on the couch reading, he was asked why he wasn’t sorting the books into piles to put away.  His  answer:

“I am! I am sorting by looking at the number of pages!”

Always the lawyer – always ready with a GREAT reason and excuse!!!

Keenan the Creative

When talking about moving to the lower 48 (where there is mud to make mud pies like I did when I was little 🙂 – don’t you love breakfast table conversation?)

“Oh Dad.  You are just like a bird flying different places to work”

About reneegrace

A place to record my journey of creating a life of balance. First as God's child and bride, "wifing", mothering, homeschooling, leading worship, neighboring, mentoring, teaching piano, and the myriad of other things that clamor for my time and energy. And a place to put pictures to show my family whom I miss incredibly, and who live so very far away from us here in Alaska!! View all posts by reneegrace

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