19 year old Sonny, pictured here holding his nephew Tommy, is not particularly mature. Daniel, 10 months older, is nearly fatherly in comparison. Big whoop, my sister, Ellen, was more than three years younger than I yet infinitely more mature and responsible. Goofiness rarely matures but at least I became responsible with age.
Miriam needs to now act mature for two days as she is off on a high school wrestling trip as the manager of the team. I heard Bubba feet hit the floor this morning at 5:30 a.m. which was a good thing as I had to drive Miriam to the high school by 6:30 a.m. for her big adventure.
By that late in the morning my house is rocking with loud Bubbas and bossy Bubbettes.
My niece, Lauren, comes today along with her dad, Kevin. Lauren comes here from D.C. about four times a year and my children adore her. She is Ellen's daughter and has already outpaced me in the maturity range and she's not quite 17 years old.
Tonight our youth pastor, Bronson, is taking the high school kids for a church lock-in from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m.
Our weather will be warm all week which encourages my good mood but, interestingly enough, my kids are missing their teachers. In their minds, the teachers are all at school sitting at their desks waiting for their students to return.
Reality, like maturity, is irrelevant and over-rated.
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