Wednesday

This week I received a letter from John.  I had sent a condolence card only a couple of days earlier, so he must have sat down immediately to respond.  Such and old school thing to do.  (note to myself regarding correspondence)

He thanked me for my card, reiterated the words I had written about Elise and spoke of his sadness in not being able to care for her at home, when she went into a nursing home two and a half years earlier.

He finished his letter with the following words:

"I do hope you are prospering in your married life.  I can say that it is the true, maybe not the only, path to happiness, but such a lot depends on the mutual interests, and the love and respect you have for your partner.  We were very lucky in that respect."

I am grateful for those wise words, from an old man, reflecting on the love of his life.

Saturday

'Tis the Season... yesterday was cross country and this morning the beginning of football season....

 

And mother guilt is alive and well.  I can only be in one place at a time, and Audrey was running at 12:15.  Nicholas ran earlier in the day and I really needed to get home after school drop off so Maggie could have a sleep before going back to see Audrey run.

 

Nicholas said when he came around the corner on his run, he couldn't see me.  He told his friend, Brendan, "I don't think my mum saw me".  Brendan said "mine didn't".  His mum is a single mum and had to work.  I got to stay for Nicholas' piano lesson though and then signed both kids out for an early mark.  Home, a movie and chips.  :)