a little too quiet

First day of school and the Hayward home is very still.  Around the breakfast table pancakes were consumed, bags were packed, new shoes were laced tight and eager faces were kissed as they headed out the front door.  My oldest son Zac will be a senior this year which frightens me because I still have vivid memories of my senior year and I thought that I knew it all -- these same thoughts have been genetically transferred to my eighteen year old son.  My daughter Ellie will be a sophomore.  I just gave her wheelchair a thorough cleaning and wiped away all the summer dirt.  Annie is an 8th grader and already is holding her head a little higher because she will now rule the school.  It doesn't seem right that Mason is in 6th grade, and he came home and complained just a bit about it not being fair that the 6th graders had to go to lunch last.  Tyler, my baby, was just happy to be home again with enough daylight hours left to watch a cartoon or two. 

While my kids were away, I did a "clean it all" throughout my home and tried to see how much I could get done before the clock struck ten.  If I don't give myself a stopping time, I will just keep going and never quit.  Thank heavens I have enough drawers and closets that keep getting cluttered so I can continue to organize myself into the Organizational Hall of Fame.  I am waiting for them to open up a chapter in Provo so that I can join the club.

I am a new blogger and I think I have spent too much time getting my colors just right and my font just so and the layout just perfect on my page.  Once I figure all of this out I am sure I will keep making changes.  It took me three hours to come up with a name because every typist out there had already chosen the perfect blog address.  I was amazed that "Green Glass Beads" was available.  It comes from a line in a poem that my mother used to read to me in my younger days from a book called Silver Pennies.  It is about a little goblin who wants to take a nymph's "green glass beads" away and the nymph will not give them up because she cherishes them so.  I have many green glass beads in my life that I cherish and will never give away as this little nymph.