2008 Begins

It is 2008. Happy New Year. My son is 7 years old. My daughter will be 5. Time flies. I'm sitting at the dining room table in my parents' house in Pflugerville, a suburb of Austin. When I look at the pictures of the kids around my parents' house, I realize how fast these kids are growing. We sit at this dining room table together maybe twice a year, so when I have flashbacks of sitting here for my dad's birthday or the first time Es, Sam, and I were back together again after we had gone our different paths, or when the kids showed their Nai-Nai that they really do eat vegetables, I see the changes. Asia on my lap, then in a high chair. Zach riding around in a new bike with training wheels, then barely being able to ride it now even with the training wheels off. Asia has to have the seat of her bike lifted a notch or so everytime she's here. They toys they play with. They still love running around and rolling on the carpet since this whole house is practically all carpet. Zach now plays real music on the piano since he's taking lessons. They're really growing up.