Sunday, April 22, 2007
I hear my son stirring in his room above me. He has slept in. It is good. His beloved Nationals lost again last night. Ben will not stop listening to the games. Every day is a new chance.
Today is Earth Day. My son says on Earth Day all the trash gets picked up, everyone plants something new. I frevently wish it were so. May we all plant something new today. May we begin again.