As I walk down the ramp leading up to the children's school, I smile at every passer-by. I can hardly believe how blessed I am. Five days a week, I get to walk my children to school in the cool of the morning. We pass bungalow and Victorian and Spanish houses along the way. The children ask me to tell them my story, and it's hard not to oblige. Then I hug them goodbye at the front door and they go in hand in hand. What a country we live in that educates our children for "free"! (Yes, I realize it's not free-free.) With a warm heart, I walk Benny home in the quietness after the morning hustle. The summer proper has come and gone, and it saw a number of momentous events that warrant mentioning. Lee graduated from kindergarten. Benny turned one and began to walk. Grandpa Seelye went to be with Jesus. Kimmi, our studio renter, got engaged and moved out. Brittany, our house-mate moved on to live with her brother in Irvine. We met out-of-state cousins for the first t