Seth is the son of Jennifer and Rich. Seth is 12 years old, very active in school and an honor student. He is involved in sports playing basketball, baseball and football. Seth is a very serious young man. He is very neat and precise in his work.
Michael is also the son of Jennifer and Rich. He is nine years old. Michael is also active in sports and is an honor student. Michael is boisterous and mischievous. Rich often says, "Life is Michael's playground."
Jennifer e-mailed me these two boxes of Valentine's candy. One is Seth's and one is Michael's. Note that the candy in this box looks like it has not been touched. Each piece of candy is neatly arranged.
This is the second box of candy. You can see that pieces have been eaten and it looks like many of the pieces were smashed to see what flavor they are. Take a guess. Which box of candy belongs to Seth and which box is Michael's?
This is Mallory. Mallory is 11. She takes piano lessons and plays the trumpet. Mallory is Sheila's daughter and Benton's sister. They live just across the street from me so I see them often. Mallory has been sweet enough to spend several nights a week with me. I really appreciate her staying with me. I sleep much better with someone else in the house.
This morning before I went to Curves, I attended Wade's basketball game. Wade is nine and is quite the basketball player. This morning he made a three point basket. Wade is the son of Stephanie and Darren and the little brother of Tyler who is 17. Wade belongs to a church team. The coaches make sure that each player gets a chance to play. I was really impressed with the interaction between the coaches and the players. Wade is attempting to get the ball from another player.
In this picture, Wade had just passed a ball.
In this action shot, Wade has the ball and is trying to make a shot.
This is Stephanie. I didn't take her picture while I was at the game so she took her picture herself.
Answer to the candy questions: The first box of candy that is meticulously arranged belongs to Seth. The box with the squished pieces, of course, belong to Michael.
It's the little things that matter
When children show their love.
It's those priceless little gestures
That we so seldom speak of.
It's the little things in life
That brings to us a smile.
Words spoken so lovingly,
Make life seem so worthwhile.
It's the little things remembered,
Like a teddy bear to cuddle,
Or recalling the many times
A child stepped in a puddle.
It's the little things, which we recall,
Like a kiss from a smudgy face.
Those very precious memories,
That could never be replaced.
Little things forever etched
Within our hearts to stay.
Little things you've said or done
Shall never go away.