Things have been wonderful since the plane crash. Not only can I now predict the weather, I am no longer afraid of rain. My clothes have been a bit looser and the headaches have gotten worse. Ben says it's a sign of getting older--though he has trouble explaining the increasingly frequent visions of Christ. I must show you pictures from our trip to the grand canoyn. I was carsick most of the time and spent hours huddled underneath a blanket in the backseat, upchucking into a plastic bag, but it was great to see one of national treasures! Tommy started Little League (they grow up so fast!). He's the biggest kid on the team. He's too young to really understand the game and he had a pretty big "uh-oh" when he hit another kid on the head with a bat. It was deffinately a misfortune, but it was so cute when he squealed in delight, "Jelly Face!" over and over. The guinea pig farm went belly up--so did the guinea pigs. It was kind of a foolish idea anyway.
Sincerly, Preston

PS. I've been splicing together home movies. It's the only thing that makes the headaches go away:

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=118727&fr=yfp-t-501