You know, the more things change, the more they stay the same. It's amazing how our kids turn out in spite of us. My daughter was the one always instigating and driving her brothers crazy. She really held my oldest son under her thumb, much to my dismay. Now the tables are reversed. He's the successful one and she's afraid to get too close to him. My middle son was always the one that got bullied. This January when he was here, he got a tattoo just like his dad's and his baby brother's. They both teased him that they were going to "set the ink" for him. What it is is just a slap on the fresh tattoo. Chuck looked at his dad and simply said "I don't think so!" All of us saw in his face that if either his brother or dad tried, they'd find themselves on the floor! And his baby brother is taller and wider than he is! LOL

Just like John faced his fears, Chuck has had to face his during this awful breakup of his marriage. Whether it's in the big things or the little things, we can really be proud of our kids!

My daughter and I used to be like two halves of a whole. We'd wear the same color clothes, we'd cut our hair or get it permed without consulting the other and it was always the same. We'd finish each other's sentences for each other. It's been seven or so years since she's spoken to me or allowed me in the same place she is. You are well acquainted with that pain. I know.

A mother's greatest fear is to lose one of her kids. I thought they'd have to put me away for good if that happened to me. Well, Karla didn't die, but I lost her just the same, yet, here I am by the grace of God. You've in essence lost all of yours, and you're still here, too, by the grace of God.

Love you, Sky!