Today is the day. It's finally arrived. Today is the last Saturday morning that I will wake my daughter up for the summer. Today she is off to France.
Her suitcase is packed, her back pack is stocked with books and snacks, everything is ready.
Except, not quite, me!
But I will act like I am and wave goodbye and cheer her on in this exceptional adventure she has been given. I'm so very proud of my brave, independent girl!
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Those Dreaded Words
After my daughter listened to a long and mostly boring story involving me being unhappy that people I know saw me in my yard working clothes: my least flattering yoga pants (here my husband asks if any yoga pants are flattering?) and a ratty old shirt fit for nothing else but dirty yard work or the rag bin, after that story, my daughter responded with those dread words daughters everywhere fear:
"You sound just like Grandma."
What? I am shocked! I never! I.....um......I agree.
I remember listening to my mom fuss about being seen in her gardening clothes and it was so embarrassing for her. But instead of being dismayed that I sound just like my Mom, I thought of even worse words.
"She was right!"
Monday, June 2, 2014
Turning The Page
It is officially June. I turned the calendar page.
It's not usually a momentous event; some months (like a birthday month) it is exciting to turn the page, but this time it was an event to stop and take notice of.
When I turned the page to June, a date three weeks from now is able to be seen, and on that day I will drive my daughter to the airport, see her off on a plane to France and not see her again until the end of summer. It's a day I have known about and been planning towards for months, but it is now on the page of the current month.
It's shocking! And exciting and a once in a life time opportunity and an adventure she will never forget.
Besides spending the next few weeks getting everything ready for travel, I'm going to spend some time getting fun in! I'm going to miss her like crazy all summer long.
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