So, I get up, the boys are done with school for the day and are making their lunch. I must still be asleep. I pinch myself. Sure enough, I am awake. I must have done something right with these boys either that or they want something. I repeat. They did their school without me nagging them and they made their own lunch, and it was a lunch that I approved of.
|Dallas Warming up his arm.|
|Both teams heads bent in prayer.|