And Then There Was Light

I love my life when I am sitting poolside on a cool, breezy day conducting school. My girl is next to me doing math, and I can hear my boy inside Beethovening it on the piano. Finally, finally it clicks--everything. She is understanding quadratic equations (kidding....it's only division) and he is actually reading the notes, rather than relying on his remarkable photographic memory to play something he has only heard once. They really are such different children, it is amazing they came from the same womb, but sometimes they are actually in sync with their "ah ha" moments. Hers may come in the form of numbers and his in music notes, but I love when they "get it", whatever the "it" happens to be. When it comes in twos, it is that much sweeter.

My car is filled to the roof with race packets, teeshirts, and paperwork for our running club's annual10K. It was interesting driving the bus to morning workout in the dark, relying only on my side mirrors because the rearview one was rendered useless with the amount of boxes piled up. This Sunday should prove entertaining watching all the testosterone hash out the final meters as they pound their way down Marigold Lane into South Beach. I always feel so proud and inspired by the fast guys when they are in that setting, man versus man, mano-a-mano, or is it pie-a-pie? It's great to see Marc passionate about something/ working for something without even really wanting it, especially because he's such a natural in all things athletic.

On the list of things Floridians go crazy for: the shuttle launch. Today was no different. Discovery's last voyage and the natives are going wild.