Thirteen years of.

Kindergarten came fast.  Parts of those days have slipped away from my memory.  Parts of them have stuck in my heart and soul.  Thank God I have pictures.  The moments have buzzed by.  These days however have shaped and molded our girl. From her days of worrying about friends being "nice" at lunch.  And who would play nice on the playground, along with who would be "her friend" in class.

She'd undoubtedly come home with dirty finger nails, and scuffed up knees. Those little thumbs of hers would be pink and clean each day. ugh.
Always an emptied lunch box, and beautiful art work. 

She went home with Evie, my friend...her sitter.  And would patiently wait until I came to get her.
During the Fall months a bit confused on why it was dark, and I took so long.  Trying to explain to a five year old about daylight savings changes were unsuccessful.  Deep down though, she learned my ethics of work.
Coming and going. Early and late.  Being there. Working.  Helping.  Going.  Doing.  We were in it together.
Thirteen years together.  Learning.  Hoping. Loving.  And working.

Somehow that schedule, that consistency, that dedication and my love for her flourished into something beautiful.  Using the word beautiful in a non-vain way.  More along the lines of tenacity.  Determination. 

Today is the last day of school.  Thirteen years of teachers.  Classes. Friends, and peers.  Favorite teachers, and not so favorite teachers.  All of it. 

Next up will be college professors.  New peers. New friends. New places.

I'm quite sure she'll be just fine. 

Freshman year.

Senior Year.

                                      
 ps. Kali is up right to the bare ass kid you will find. And if you notice during Freshman year, he had the same problem with pants falling down. 

"The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson."


Happy Last Day of High School kids! To all my homegirls, we did it!  Lunches, breakfasts', snacks as they studied.  Printing stuff, organizing their worlds.  Volunteering at the SO many events that made these years a success.  The dances, the first days, and the last days.  We did it!  Off to bigger and better things.


Cheers! *clink*


Big love, and best wishes.

Happy Birthday Aunt Ronda.  May you find some peace, hope and love in this day.  She is mourning the loss of her horse. He passed away on Sunday.  To say their heart is broken is an understatement.  Rest in Peace buddy.  Love you Aunt Ronda. 

Look up into the Heavens and know that those we miss and love just received another beautiful addition to it's pasture.

xoxo

This Mama Lisa