“Love is reciprocal re-creation, the mutual bestowal of a name only lovers can utter.”
~Carl Anderson, Called to Love~

I have not been going to church much these days. Over the past several years my attendance has gradually fizzled out to showing up just enough to not be seen as a complete apostate. We are working on remedying this situation to where it might be possible to attend a different church. It will have to be a Lutheran one. I don’t think the boys are completely happy or understand but they still are thankfully being open.

We had our first sighting of flurries this morning. The boys were getting ready for church and noticed them. One came up with his short sleeves and shorts. I had seen them in the corner of my eye but wasn’t sure. I asked if he was wearing shorts and he said yes. I remember my oldest son would not wear a coat to school. He would wear a sweatshirt with jeans. I don’t understand this but it seems to be a common thing.

For creatures who seem to appreciate comforts, it does seem odd that they choose to suffer this way. I’m sure there are mirroring ways that I do this. I don’t mean that lightly, I’m sure I do it all the time. We had our soup once everybody was home. Dad and the boys talked about going to the play this afternoon at the high school. It sounded like a fun plan to make. When they left none of the boys came in to first tell me goodbye.