It's 7:25 and I'm standing at the window feeling sorry for Jack. I feel bad that a man would work so long, that life would be so hard. Bryan comes in behind me, wraps his arms around me, asks me what I'm thinking there beside the window. I tell him I feel sorry for Jack.
Bryan? He's wise and grounded. He says there's nothing wrong with working hard.
"When we get old I hope we're just like him."
|Bryan and Arden mowing our grass this spring.|