The washer and dryer are going, and outside skies are clearing up after being washed clean from a night of rainfall.
A mason jar of wild flowers, freshly picked, sits on the kitchen island.
A collection of baseballs over there on the end table from a now-ended season of little league.
Parker the dog is sleeping, with his head resting against my leg.
I scrubbed something disgusting off the porch this morning.
Sarah’s stuffed owl on the coffee table.
A stack of stuff emptied from someone’s backpack.
shorts, a tank top, freshly washed hair, and comfy birkenstocks on my feet
Today is the last day of school.
Last days are a tad heart-wrenching, aren’t they?
(I swear they each grew a foot this year.)
Thankfully, “last days”……. are followed by “first days”.
Grace’s HS graduation is tonight.
Rich and I were away for five days, we returned last night just in time to go to the school for a fun “Class Night” put on by the Seniors, for the Seniors. Grace looked so pretty marching into the auditorium with the rest of the students. All the moms and dads looked and looked until their eyes rested on their own dear child. . . . . . . .suddenly on the threshold of completing all those years of school. We couldn’t help but take the time to remember the years leading up to this day, as they grew from little babies all the way up to the 17 and 18 year olds that they are now. Lots of love was in the room.
After a 30 minute slideshow, the kids put on one last talent show up there on the stage.
I sat between Jacob and Ethan and it was fun, but today, right now, as I watch these videos of the two songs Grace sang with her friends, I’m a big puddle of mama-tears.
Grace wore a long white dress with roses on it.