No Good News Today

The little boy lost is apparently gone now.

My heart has been broken for this boy and his family. Thank you, dear readers, for caring about this sweet little one. While none of us know them, they are a part of the larger family we share by inhabiting this earth together on this day in this time. And a loss like this touches many.

Sometimes the unthinkable is unavoidable. Is it possible to hold your little ones any closer?

Can't Stop Thinking About William

A precious little boy from our town is missing. He's been missing since Friday from a rocky shoreline on Vancouver Island. Little William was with his parents, on the beach, and he just disappeared.

He's the same age as Anna--my most favorite, adored, precocious niece. And our godson, Jake, is seven too. He's the same age as all the seven year old little boys and girls, and you know that's such a lovely, sweet age. He's only seven, and he's in big trouble.

I imagine all of his little friends are missing him, too, at the Montessori school that sits high up on the hill so the kids can see the bay and the islands beyond.

His parents must be experiencing the most horrifying type of anguish. His aunts and uncles and grandparents are likely worried beyond belief. His teachers, schoolmates and their parents are probably sick at heart. His community here, and the amazing people on Vancouver Island who have been searching for days are hopeful and numb at the same time.

Won't you send the family some good thoughts today? If you're the praying kind, then as many as you can muster would probably help, too.

I won't stop thinking about William today.

Miscellaneous Fun Stuff

There's this guy named Jimmy Knox. Jimmy has a sister Marquita, and he lives on Juanita (that's a lake). She cuts hair. He makes it into rugs (the hairpieces, not the ones you walk upon). You can't make this stuff up.
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My dad was telling me about a guy he used to know, named Sammy. Everyone called him Sammy the Shoe Man (guess what he did for a living?). My dad said, "He had sole." Har har! "When he met you, he would shake your hand, but he wouldn't look into your eyes--because he was looking at your shoes."
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My niece is six and has a very sharp wit (in addition to being completely adorable--oh, yeah, she has it all). One morning, she looked at her mom, who was in her usual morning-running-around attire. With one hand on her hip, and the other using a baby carrot for emphasis, she looked at her mom and said, "Mom, I've just about had it with those pilates pants."