Blake came by. I was working, so we didn't visit for very long.
Shawn, goodnight hugs.
Tyler friends
Shawn gave me my first ukulele lesson last night. I went to his room, and knocked on the door. He showed me how to hold it, and introduced me to the frets. He sat in the desk chair, and I sat on the spare bed. He was relaxed and at ease with me, where sometimes he is a little withdrawn. I practiced some, and had an awful time. He demonstrated how he had his fingers, and then I tried. He said that he'd googled and these were the three best chords for beginners, that you could play some songs if you knew just these three chords. He showed me different strumming techniques. I tried again. He got up and came around and took my fingers in his hands and helped me get them in position. He was confident; patient.
He got all C's on his report card except for a D (65) in English.
Tyler, while sweeping the floor, said that some of the kids at school had asked him what his grandmother had said about the fight he got in last Friday. He said that I really hadn't said anything yet, because I was thinking about it, and didn't have a better solution; that I was glad he stuck up for someone but that I didn't want him to make a big deal out of it, and get into more fights. I told him that sounded about right. I loved that he seemed to have absorbed it all so well.
We got the sweetest thank you note from Morgan, so I took a picture of it.
We called Noah to tell him happy birthday. He thanked us, all grown up like.
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