This Time It Is Rosa Parks

When the children are all grown up and away from home I will miss evenings like this. And early mornings like this. This time it is Rosa Parks. A paper that needs to be written by Aaron - well just note cards and bibliography at this point. He is doing good work and I am just keeping him focused more than anything else. Oh how many times this drill has been repeated. I treasure these moments. I have always enjoyed the feeling of being up late in to the night; the solitude; the focus. Even when helping one of the children with a project, it feels right. I will miss this. Someday. Only a few more years.