Life and Times of the Sharp Family

Running is good for my soul. In the midst of the chaos that was today,  I managed to somehow squeeze in a 45 minute run.  It was wonderful. I could feel the tension ease and my spirits lift with each step. The colors on the trees were just beautiful, and the cool fall air filled my lungs.  The wind whipped my face and my favorite songs played on a Spotify playlist. At one point, I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy to be outside. Running. I spend a considerable portion of my life feeling overwhelmed or exhausted to the point where I decide not to run. But I should know better. Each time I decide to run despite the fact that I might not feel like I have enough energy, or that I'm too busy, I am rewarded with a feeling of peace and clarity of thought. Today was not an exception. I'm so thankful for the run I had today. Thank God for a perfect fall run! Lord thank you for giving me this chance to run today and for the peace and clarity it brought to my mind. Amen.

Breslin waited until tonight to tell us that his poinsettia fundraising order was due tomorrow.  He didn't have a single order.  Actually, I'm pretty sure he hadn't pulled it from the depths of his backpack until this evening. Colby and I love Breslin.  He is quirky and brilliant.  He is sweet and empathetic.  But, even though he has a firm grasp of the human digestive system and an impressive command of cell biology, he absolutely does not understand the finer points of social norms. Translate: Breslin calling friends and family to ask if they would like to buy a poinsettia alternated between episodes of hilarity and near-unbearable awkwardness. He opened with, "Hello, this is Breslin Sharp." Yes, he included his last name, even when calling people like his Grandma Kathy (who he sees pretty much ever day).  Heaven forbid he should be confused with some other 3rd grade, poinsetta-selling Breslin. Colby and I did our best to coach him through the n...