Rainy Rainy Rainy

What a good morning. Paul came into our room and stood by the bed and said, " Mommy, Mommy" instead of Mama, Mama and then later just turned around and looked at me and said, "I love you." He looked at Rick and said the same thing. I have been getting my recruiting speil down for the calls I need to make today for the Whitman team. I am several days behind on returning calls. Where does the time go? Paul went to a free tennis class I did for a small, rural high school near here. The coach was in a wheel chair with a broken ankle and he and Paul had races -- Paul was on his Diego Trike. Paul won.. we won't talk about how he cut corners because he is only three. He loves his cars, see through bean bag filled with buttons. We are off to Walla Walla again.