one of God's greatest gifts

Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. Oh my goodness. Saying his name is just a mouthful some days. Love that boy but why is he soooooo high maintenance? Today is a short school day for him so he has been there and back. He came home with a senior packet and...can't he just do it all for himself? Early decision, SAT, ACT, deadline for this, deadline for that. He needs his own planner! News flash it's not me. Can't hardly wait for that first phone call to tell me he hasn't turned in a stitch of work. Already had the call he missed a class. How is this possible? "I was there. Late maybe, but I was there." I'll say it again: oh my goodness.