*A little nod to my dear Grandpa Evan, who used to ask what day it was, and when you replied, eg., Tuesday, he’d say, “Tuesday!?\u00a0\u00a0 All day?!” and then he’d wink and give you a little nudge in the shoulder. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
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First of all, a comment about today.\u00a0 It’s December 27th today.\u00a0 12 years ago a small, red-faced, screaming boy was unceremoniously yanked from within me two weeks ahead of schedule in an emergency C-section, and thus began a whole lot of love and laughter and learning about raising boys, after having had three girls.\u00a0 The Boy, as he has been called these last twelve years, continues to amaze and intrigue me, and quite often I look at him with laughing wonder and exclaim, “Son, you rock.”\u00a0 Read his blog<\/a> about his birthday, and karate classmates who cuss like sailors.\u00a0 Betcha you’ll smile too.<\/p>\n ~*~*~*~*~<\/p>\n Yesterday, my family met up with Paul’s parents and headed down to Florence, AZ, to visit St. Anthony’s Greek Orthodox Monastery.\u00a0 It is a spectacularly beautiful place, and Megan’s photos give a glimpse of what the monks have been able to build out in the middle of the desert south-west.<\/p>\n