A bus carrying kids to a church camp crashed. Four of the children died. Our maid’s son, Tim Kaniatobe, was one of three that had to be airlifted back to Dallas. He’s currently listed in serious condition with two broken legs and numerous facial cuts. The whole mess is terribly sad.
On a separate, less tragic note, we are still awaiting the birth of our third child. Yesterday was his official due date. We’re still waiting. I’m nesting. I suppose I should add that we don’t normally have a maid (though I sure wouldn’t mind if we did), but have secured the services of a wonderful woman for the few months around the impending birth.