Mother’s Day

Once again the day to honor mothers has come and mothers across the country have been celebrated. In comparison to the rest of the “Hallmark” holidays, I feel that Mother’s Day has the most warrant. I know that my mom, grandmothers, and wife have been very compassionate to me and shown me love in moments that I was not showing it back. I have always though that my mom was a great mom, and she is. My wife, is also a great mom to Cap, and for that I say, Praise God!

Cap got Amy a book called, “How Much I Love You,” it is a nice little book, and Amy likes it. I got her a Pasta Bowl and a spoon rest from Fiesta. I consider myself to me more knowledgeable then the stereotypically male about the kitchen. This morning I learned that the Pasta Bowl is for serve ring one person their pasta in it. I suppose that for the next 7 mother days Amy will get another Pasta Bowl, thus completing the set.

Over the weekend I got to work on a couple of outreach or mission projects though the church. The work was hard, the company was great and I enjoyed what we did. Additionally, completing the projects gave me a good feeling, because it seems at home that I cannot complete anything. However, looking into the lives of the people that we helped was very touching, and is also depressive. When I think about all the money that is wasted, and I mean wasted, here in America my heart yearns for less waste. I am by no means a socialist, but, the government spending 700 million dollars to move a privately owned railroad 200 miles north is frustrating. Instead of throwing millions away to large corporations, lets have the government assist those whom need it. Should you argue that the government should not get into assisting people, then why is the US government throwing billions of dollars to rebuild a city that was built below seal level in a marsh in Southern Louisiana? If you look at all the problems in America, how important is it if Jeff Gordon and Joe Schmo crash and duke it out in the pit stop? How important would assistance be if you were a single mom, with cancer, and raising three children?

On the lighter side, this morning while I was getting ready, I heard Cap in his room making some noise. I went to investigate and found him reading a book and sitting in the rocking chair.