Son's First Day of High School

Tomorrow is September  1^st. It is the first day of high school for my son, Luke. I worry about him because he is shorter than most kids and not athletic, nor does he show any interest in sports. But, he made it through middle school so I hope he will make it through high school. I believe he has angels watching over him just as I believe I had angels watching over me when I was in school. Perhaps it is a cloak that protects us from being hurt by others or maybe it is an armor we wear with pride.

Back in TIme (UWGB TIme)

Tonight my daughter and I went through some of my dad's things searching for items for her to take to UWGB as part of their 50th anniversary celebration. My dad was one of the earliest instructors on campus in physical education and health. We found pictures of the cross country team he coached and several buttons which I used to collect as a kid. It the 50 years the campus has been in existence, members of my family have been there at least 31 years. My dad taught there for over 20, ran the golf course, I was a student for four years plus a summer and now my daughter is a student there. In fact, all three of us have worked on campus, my dad as an instructor, myself in the bursar's office and my daughter in the archives. Fifty years doesn't seem like a long time for a university but looking at the items we found it seems like a century or more.

Am I a Caterpillar or a Butterfly?

My daughter has started a new blog, 'A Butterfly's Point of View'. One post talks about how an ugly caterpillar turns into a butterfly is proof of God's existence. I would suggest this school of thought could  pertain to people. Some of my favorite people seem to have born butterflies, always beautiful in spirit, mind and soul. Others seem to be in a perpetual state of caterpillarness, if that is such a word. Thinking about myself, I feel like Heimlich from the movie, 'A Bug's Life', a very, large caterpillar with wings way too small. I keep trying to be a butterfly, I have the wings but I just can't make a go of it. I feel God wants me to try harder, do more good, believe in myself as other do here on earth before I can soar free.

Dog Days of Summer (without mentioning a dog)

I'm updating here because I left on comment on someone else's post and have to have a current blog myself so here I go. Gosh, Bree is a junior at UWGB and Luke starts his freshman year at the highschool. He has orientation and registration today and tomorrow. He also gets braces next week. This has been one of those summers where everything is happening. Bree finally got her driver's license and Luke was gone away from home for the first time ever - TWICE! He had a week of bible camp and then a week in Detroit for the National Youth Gathering. I promise to write more often here as I have missed blogging. Facebook just doesn't do it for me!