Okay, so I've got graduation out of the way. PHEW! What a bawl-fest THAT was. I was fine with it, I truly was. Until Alex's teacher read a children's story that left every mother/grandmother/aunt/caregiver/guardian in the place wondering why they bothered with mascara. I must own this book now. The jist of it? You never know when you're witnessing your child's last. We all take pictures and mark the firsts - they're very exciting. But do we remember the lasts? Last snuggle up and read a book, last time running through the grass barefoot, last time they look at you with wonderment about everything - would you have paid more attention? If you knew it was the last? If you knew it was the last butterfly kiss or PB&J with the crusts cut off? Would you have taken a picture if you knew it was the last mud pie or the last dress-up? The last time they wore a cape to the grocery store? Seriously - I'm welling up just telling you about it. Anyway, it was gut-wrenching and awful, but the ceremony was nice overall. Very proud of my boy.
Owen had a game last night. They won again! 11-0, baby! OMG...it's unbelievable. We have games on Thursday, Saturday and Monday. Then we get rest. REST. Post grad party rest. Post baseball game hell rest. Nothing to do. Which means my husband will probably schedule practice. But nothing for ME to do. Can you see it? The light at the end of the tunnel? It's getting brighter. Today I will be very together. Today I will order the cake and the chicken and the other food. Today I will go to the store at lunch and get all of my tablecloths and napkins. After work I will go to Costco and get everything else I need. Tonight I will get out the Christmas lights that will light up the tent. Tomorrow I will buy fireworks. I will throw the bestest party ever. EVER. (I'm really saying this more to convince myself...)
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Thanks for making me cry at work Reba. Vivian was walking around the other night with a back pack on saying she was going to school. I told her the day she goes to school I will be crying.
So I'll be coming to the party ok. lol
Your the best when it comes to planning and pulling off an awesome party. Well JBrave does a damn good job too.
I've thought about that a number of times with Lily as she grows up (just turned 5). All of a sudden I think - "We don't fit on the reading chair together anymore. That will never be our little cuddling place again. Now we have to be on the couch." And it is incredibly sad.
What was the name of the book so Eggo and I can cry some more?
I put a link to it in the blog, but the title is "Let Me Hold You Longer." It is a must have for all parents.
If you do get it, when you read it, imagine it being read by your son's 8th grade teacher, as you sit at his graduation knowing how many changes have happened in the last year alone. And while you look forward to him starting high school and are thankful for his experiences, you still remember when he was the little boy in a cape at the grocery store, and a big part of you misses that phase so much...OMG...I just made myself cry.
Damn you Alex's teacher!
Seriously....killing me!! Have you no compassion for your 9 month pregnant friend over here?!?!?! I can't handle these sort of things right now.
(I must have this book :) )
Well, Tig - when I find it I had already planned on buying you a copy and katmat a copy as new baby gifts. Not to spoil the surprise or anything, but don't buy it for yourself!
Rebecca, if your party is anything like Jimmer's 30th, it will be a blast. All I did was pay for the food and beer and provide the yard. You guys did all the work! Just keep a bucket of water handy and don't set the back 40 on fire with the fireworks.
Joy - luckily we're due to get some more rain tonight/tomorrow - so the ground shouldn't be too dry. :) I will have a water bucket on hand, however.
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