right next to christmas, summer is my favorite.
the young'uns have one last sliver of a school day and then they're home free. they are already missing their classrooms and best mates and teachers, and i'm trying to be sad with them, sort of, but internally i've got these marching bands all parading to the tune of backyard camping and evenings stretched bright and firefly nights.
it's my favorite thing having all my kids here with me. bring on the summer vacation.
so we did b's eighth grade graduation this morning, and i just have to say, PEOPLE. i still think of my boy like this:
but as of now he is a big bad high schooler, and that is maybe the craziest thing i've heard of.
back in the day, right when elle was born, i'd be carting around a 6, 4, and 2 year old plus a newborn, and little old ladies would stop me in the grocer and say, oh honey, treasure this up. it all goes so fast. and i'd nod and smile, half delirious with fatigue, but it turns out that little old ladies KNOW THINGS. they are a wise and stealthy bunch.
meanwhile, the mister's been leaving me love notes about the house again, stashed in my toothpaste cabinet or on the desk. and i have no idea what he was thinking, marrying me, but the more incredible thing is how he picks me again every day.
i do believe i shall keep him forever.
have a beautiful weekend, friends!
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