Last year at school Dylan won an award for politeness- one of the monthly character traits they focus on as a school community. This year he won for responsibility. It has proven very useful around here. "Would a responsible person really ______" You get the gist. Although I am sometimes perplexed by the things Dylan thinks are o.k. to do (I would really love to post my best example here, but something tells me it isn't the kind of thing a good mother posts on the internet. Call me and I will tell you) I know that he is actually a very responsible kid and I am proud of him for winning this award.
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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I will get my phone number to you. I might have yours. In that case I should call you. You will laugh when you hear what he was doing. I can now laugh about it.