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Today was the first day of first grade here in FullerTown. I asked him yesterday if he wanted pancakes for breakfast and he said, "I want broken breakfast." So please don't think I'm a bad Mommy for feeding my child cereal the first day of school. Luke has matured quite a bit over the summer. He was excited when he woke up. And put on his clothes all by himself. Even his socks and shoes. He has learned a new way to tie shoes. He is quite proud of himself. His new shoes make him run so much faster. He cannot wait to go to PE and show Mr. H how fast he can run while wearing his new 'sport shoes.' He always begins a school day snuggling with Daddy and reading the Bible. He loves this time every day. He would rather be late to school than to miss this special time with Daddy. Luke was all ready to go to first grade!! He had a good day. He loves his sweet teacher, Mrs. C. There are very few of his Kindergarten friends in his first grade class. He will

During the summer of 1991, my family set out on a month-long journey the day after school let out. It was our summer vacation and we had planned for it a very long time. During the trip, we all had a journal that my parents wanted us, my sisters and myself, to journal about our trip. We wrote every day about the sights we had seen and other adventures. We did really good keeping our journals up to date until the second half of the trip. One of my sisters got a little behind. She would ask us to tell her what happened a few days before so she could recollect her memories and write them down. Finally, one day she dated the top of her page for several days earlier and began writing. Then, she simply said it really is [insert current date] and I have been not very good at journaling this experience. In a nutshell that is what she wrote. From then on, she kept up with the happenings of our trip. _____________________________________________________ I tell you the above story to illu