



On Friday we attended my grandma's Memorial Service. It was a very nice service, for a woman who lived a full life. We will all miss her greatly. On the way to the memorial, Jensen was firing off question after question. He asked:
Jensen: where did grandma-great go?
John: To live with her Father in Heaven, and to see Grandpa
Jensen: Where is she going to live?
John: She was a very good person and has a mansion prepared for her in heaven.
Jensen: Is her spirit going to be like a ghost?
John: Her spirit looks just like grandma, but just doesn't have a body back yet. (I told him all about Jesus' sacrifice and the Resurrection that we will all receive.)
Jensen: Is someone going to sell her home?
John: Yes, her home will be sold
Jensen: After she gets her body back from resurrection, where will she live when her house is sold? (I love that his mind is really working hard)
After all the questions and some thought, he said: "Dad, I just wish I could give her a hug and a kiss." Such a sweet boy.
Afterwords we all went to mom's for pizza and time together as a family. Mimi later surprised us by coming home for my birthday. Thank goodness, because I was about to go see a movie all by my lonesome. We had a nice low key evening at home.
Saturday I went paint balling with my bro Taylor, Step-bro Joe and Bro-in-law Tim. As usual we had the time of our lives. Taylor and I had a couple games where we just punished the competition. We also had a few games were we were punished. During one game, Joe was the last man on our team against at least 20 guys converging in on him. He was tucked into a bunker and the ref kept asking if he wanted to surrender. I was impressed that he kept yelling "never!" Twas funny to watch. Come to find out he only had two bullets left. Tim did great and was one of the last guys out each time. Good times. After some home improvement projects, my buddy Chris took me to a movie. Not a bad birthday weekend at all and especially under our current circumstances.
Oh, Jensen was really cute the other night. We found one of his long lost remote control cars (mow-control) and he had both of his mowcontrols tucked in beside him whn I was kissing him goodnight. He was so exited about the fact that he has two, but I thought it was funny what he said:
Jensen: Dad, wouldn't it be great if I had three mowcontrols?
John: Uh-huh. (I like this kind of kid strategy)
Jensen: Or sixteen?
John: That would really be something.
Jensen: What if I had a hundred mowcontrols? Then there wouldn't be room for any other toys in our house. The baby would be sucking on a mowcontrol because there wouldn't be room for a Binky.
Gotta love his imagination. I remember when I used to dream about this same kind of thing. He and I have a very symbiotic birthday present relationship. He gets me remote control cars/planes for my birthday, and I was getting him Transformers before he was old enough to appreciate them. It is fun having a boy for boy stuff.
Well, the best of all this weekend is that the doctor thinks that Mia should be able to come home by Friday. We are elated.









































