Last day of 1st grade. Last day of 8th grade. Camera is packed, so iphoneography it is.
When we moved here, they were 4 and 10. Now they are 7 and 13. In a blink of an eye.
Our house is full of boxes. My gift for Ava’s wonderful teacher was packed up (oops).
Aidan is angry about leaving his friends; but also just a little bit excited (I think). But mostly – right now – angry.
Ava’s eyes are full of tears for the friends she will miss.
My eyes are full of tears knowing she’s so young she won’t remember them 3 years from now. Just a blip of memory to my little one.
Aidan’s 8th grade graduation is in an hour. I won’t cry for the little boy he was, but isn’t anymore (I promise, maybe).
I’ll take the advice I gave Ava this morning: Don’t think about sad things, think about happy things. Sun, swimming, new friends, new school, new teachers and a new pink bedroom.
Our next adventure awaits. Life is boring without a little adventure, right?