Thursday, May 1, 2014

Every Breath

It's been a long time. Too long. I started this blog in an effort to keep a record of our lives. Our lives with our children at home with us. It's not that the living slows down or stops. It's that the speed sometimes is so fast, I can hardly breathe much less write. But as life would have it, one moment this past week stopped me in my tracks and reminded me that I have to write. I have to keep this diary for you. So that you know just how it felt when you were 10 and she was 7.

On Tuesday, we had Middle School orientation. Apparently, you will be in 6th grade next year. I don't understand how I'm the last to know but that's how the cookie has crumbled. Just like at your 5K graduation or the Mother's Day program in 2nd grade, I cried. Teared right up like I was chopping onions. Uncontrollable. Unstoppable. For maybe the first time ever you were embarrassed of us in front of your friends. You didn't care if we bought the orange, the blue or the white tshirt. Just buy one already and stop asking! Damn!

I asked Daddy if he was sad. We only have 6 more years with you in our house more than likely. That fact is a real pisser for me. Time is speeding by. Good ole' time. Never there when you need it and always in the way when you don't want it to be. Anyways, Daddy was ok but I'm sure it will be a different story when Lil' gets to Middle School.

There is lots going on right now. Turkey Season has come back and gone out again. You spent 5 days with Papa reenacting "The Old Man and the Boy" in the woods on Spring Break. You loved every single second.We are waiting on Baby Cheffie to come. Boat days are happening and summer will bring Edisto and friends soon. Life is happening and I'm hanging on to every breath.



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