Who am I?

I visited my blog this morning, and had trouble logging in. After months away, I could not recall my user name and password. It took several tries to crack my own code, but here I am at last.

If I am, indeed, to begin writing again (and I think I'd like to), perhaps a review is in order. It's been so long since I wrote regularly, and the cast of characters in my daily life has changed a bit. My marital status, health condition, and daily occupation has all changed since the days when I wrote regularly.

I have been married now for two years and two months, which pitiful brevity seems to detract from any credibility regarding our beautiful joy. Newlywed status means that we have not yet weathered the stresses of a real marriage, so we can't possibly have much to say. Perhaps that's so. Perhaps not. Our marriage is a very happy one.

We have four problems.

The bible says that Children are a blessing from the Lord, and I believe that to be true. The blessing is in large part due to the molding of a parent's character, and to those shining moments when a child excels. These are the moments which keep one from homicide.

Michael is our oldest, and he is rapidly approaching 17. He lives for Lacrosse, drives a truck, and is deathly terrified of a clean room. He hunts wildlife and pretty girls.

Don is the second in line, and he is almost 15. He was born sweet and funny, and also quite tidy. Now he is an angst-ridden Eminem fan. I hold out hope. Don plays guitar and lacrosse.

Faline is a teenager, too. She is due to turn 14 in December. This makes her expensive and unpredictable. She loves fashion and animals. She plays lacrosse and piano.

Aaron is 9, with a birthday coming up. He is noisy and giggly, and completely uncoordinated. He personifies uninhibited-ness. He's learning piano, and plays lacrosse.

In truth, they are wonderful people. They are also the constant driving force of all we do. Their school and hobbies take our time and money. Their emotional needs require our thought and attention. They are the axis around which our world spins....or, is lacrosse the axis around which our world spins? The line blurs.