Caiden started basketball last week. It's his first experience with organized basketball (aside from p.e.), so I was curious to see how he would do. Yesterday, I got to watch him for the full hour and it was so much fun! The kids aren't in teams or anything, it's kind of a "clinic" of sorts for 4 Saturdays. I'm so happy they're doing it this way so the younger kids can learn some of the basics. They went through it all: dribbling, passing, shooting, jump stops. Caiden is very particular about where his hand should be to shoot the ball. He stops before almost every shot to find the valve on the ball where his finger should be -- at least he's listening to the coach! He seems to have some skills, so we'll just have to see where this all leads!

I have struggled with writing about the shooting in Hesston - in fact, I wasn't going to post anything about it. However, for the sake of memories, I decided I should at least touch on it. It does deserve a place. It just hit so close to home - particularly since Doug was directly involved. Honestly, I sometimes feel guilty for struggling with this tragedy. I wasn't there, I didn't lose anyone close to me, and, although I know a few people who work there, I didn't know any of the victims. And I get to move on with my life with little disruption. I feel like I am on the outside looking in. But I guess that's okay. I didn't have to be directly involved for this to touch me. My heart is sad for the families of those who died, for those who were injured, for those who witnessed it, for my brother-in-law who will probably replay images over and over, for my sister and my niece and nephew who might sometimes wonder "what if?", for th...
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