It's funny, I know I'm just an uncle but a little constructive criticism, and I can feel my insides heat up. Children are so lovable and innocent-until they hear one word. NO! Mike told me the other day that Autumn doesn't hear that word from me enough, and I let her run wild. At first I was upset, I was feeling judged, I mean I'm just an uncle, aren’t I supposed to be the good one that always says yes, let Sherry, Lance, and Amanda be the No person, not me. But I've thought about it, and I guess it's good for her to hear it even from ole Uncle Derek. I don't always say yes, but you should see the pout when I don't say yes, her head goes down, shoulders down, it's not pretty. She knows how to work old Uncle Derek. I wonder if she knows how good she does have it, and how much her Rere does for her, I hope that she will always respect her, and realize all that she has done for her. Autumn really is a good girl, sometimes she's not a good girl too. When we went to Sister's funeral, I saw first hand how wild Autumn can get sometimes, man how does Sherry take it on those days, it was hard enough for me and I'm hardly ever there. I think she was just really tired, because the time I put her in the car she was out cold. I want to be the good uncle, the one that is always there for her if she needs me. But I guess sometimes saying no is actually being good. Or not letting her run all over me, sometimes I guess you got to show them who's really boss. She is, she thinks, lol. I'll put a picture of one of her pouts later when I get home. Today has been good to me, I've been blessed. How is it we can see so much of the beauty of the world in these days. I wish I could do it every day, just look at the wonder of creation and say, "What a wondeful God" Today I can see the beauty of each hour, I feel so grateful. Spring time is coming and it's changing of the seasons. I get this picture of my mother when she was a little girl, I wish I was there to watch, but when she was little she said in Spring she would pick flowers for her grandmother Ida Kilgore, and she would put them on her doorstep, and knock on the door, and quickly hide so she could watch her expression when she would pick them up in surprise. Spring is a wonderful time. Wonder what the first spring was like after the big flood! Bet Noah, and his family saw some beautiful sites. We are all blessed, what a beautiful world that was made for us.