Well, I spent several days in the hospital last week. For what? You ask. Well, god only knows. The doctors sure don't. I was glad to have the morphine while I was there though and I feel better now except for the overwhelming frustration at the mysterious looming news that must be on the horizon. Things aren't ship shape at home either. Both of us having trouble coping with eachother's chronic conditions. What a state we are in.

On a brighter note, and really what I wanted to discuss, is the wonderous world as a three year old. The bright horizon and innocence. The children are so smart and have so many possibilites at this age...but are still remarkably set in their personalities. I swear to you that I can almost see one of my boys in his high school letterman jacket. He will most certainly be a jock. One of the girls is destined to become the president of mu alpha theta but a mere member of the more popular club, national honor society. Of course, you never know...but I am pretty sure I have those two pegged. This girl has very little interest in the dressing up and playing house that the rest of the girls fight over...she simply sits quietly and solves every puzzle that we have in the room. She plays with manipulatives...the more complex the better. And quietly too. You would hardly know she's there except that she does crave teacher attention. It is amazing that behaviors like that, the love for learning, start so long. I hope I have instilled that in my children but I suppose only time will tell. Working at the preschool has been enlightening though. Really a wonderful experience for all members of the family. It is great when something like that can just fall into place.

The other thing is, I played piano today and drew a picture. Imagine that. I have some ideas I would like to convey and I suppose that these steps...getting back into practice...would be the best steps toward trying to convey something. Even if my expression isn't great in the sense of some of the items I discussed in my last post, well, you only learn by trying, right? So I leave you with that. Building personal creativity is my current goal. To improve my "personhood" so to speak. Checking off boxes in my life's "to do" list. I mean, we only have one chance and I have a long list already at 28 that will most certainly grow longer. Interesting how so many of my friends are nervous about turning forty and here I am thinking that every day after 40 is a gift from god. Not that the days prior weren't but that you can't possibly deserve more than that...the day of surpassing my mother's lifespan is looming over the horizon as my milemarker...I guess that's why 30 isn't bothering me at all.