I don't want to go there... actually I do, it was idyllic!

Let's start again.

When I was a very privileged schoolboy, if we misbehaved in a small way around the 'house' we would be set the task of writing out bits of poetry ( tra la la! ). I must have sat down to write this darned thing a dozen times, and it never meant diddly squat... but this afternoon my wife and I read it together, and it would be nice to share it in the same vain ~



I don't mind admitting it brought me to tears for the first time in my life... kids! they just never know when they are well off, do they?

Gender aside, I reckon Mr Kipling did more than bake exceedingly good cakes.

Every monday evening Marci and I sit down with the kids and have a Family Home Evening, where we do an activity, have a short spiritually-focused lesson and spend some time together with a treat. We'll be reading this tomorrow! Thanks, Mick!

For our sons... trying to get Logan more involved in Cub Scouts right now. Will be good for him. Elisabeth, not so much, but Logan and Gavin, yup!

Way to go Rich, nice to think that this post will be useful.