Turning Pages.

My Friday turned out like this.  Hand up Little Man " Jio " .  Came by to see cousin Lisa.  Gave lots of hugs, pulled my hair, and squealed happy "Hey's" to me.  Dominic and Janine stopped by in total surprise mode.  On their way to Disneyland.  True sweet pit stop unexpected, yet full of spontaneity love.  I love them.  And this guy. So much.  Little sweet sugar.

Someone else received his love.  Look at those cheeks!

 Friday night was "Homecoming".  Pirate theme.  Every reason to dress in the littlest and tiniest of outfits.  I am serious.  Where. Is. Dress. Code?  eh em.  There are new talks about this at her school. AND THE GIRLS ARE FREAKING OUT!  ha! Guys too, I bet.  And the perv teachers I am sure.  eww.   Please. Implement.  I know, roll your eyes people, I should guard her at home. I do, but pick my battles too.  She's a hardworking good girl.  (Side note: I did drop her off with slider shorts, that are black and short, but seem to have got pulled up disappeared under her shirt..? weird)

Any how, moving on.  M and K.  Good times. 

 

Friends for life.  We had a nice long talk about this Saturday.  Kali said,  "Mom, isn't it weird to think one day, my friends might be married, with kids, no kids, living all over the country?" And I said yes.  THAT. IS.WHY.YOU.WILL.TAKE.A.MILLION.PICTURES.  I am a true believer in preserving life. For now. To last forever. 

I said, you know when everyone moves away and into different colleges, you will look back.  You will.  I am sure you will be in contact with some of your closest friends.  Some will have kids.  Some married...and you can reminisce over memories.  And pictures.  And these two birdies.  Makes me wonder.  It really does.  Considering my life, vs. hers. 

 

And while I was conducting things all Homecoming...Bill was in San Berdu watching the Fatal Crew set up for the years biggest event.  Chapparrel's Parking lot event. 

 

It's where people gather to buy inventory from seasons past.  A T-shirt or garb for the best price.  Tons of vendors, and a gazillion people come to buy. Pictured above are the folks that lined up at 2am.  For entrance at 8am. 

 

7am.  Ready to storm the lot.  B said people were running with strollers and little kids inside of them.  Scurry.  Look at the little girl in a pink jacket.  You sell more than 3 days at Ink-n-Iron. It's that bad-ass.  It's crazy 24 hours of selling.  Fatal, you are killin' it!  B, you make me proud.  Keep chasing that smart tail of yours.  You go-getter you. 

And while he was selling and hustling. I was prepping to go fetch this.  My new car.  She lived in Calabasas.  So the plan was to fetch her, and head to K's game in Valencia shortly after.  It's funny looking back now.  Meeting the private person selling it.  Transition in a parking lot of The Common's in Calabasas...(which alone is the finest richest town around) And you know how I feel about some rich people and just the way they look, act...seem.  It's just funny to me.  So we are standing in a Starbucks.  Bill gets a frozen yogurt next door.  I get a latte.  And we stand there.  And wait.  Watching people.  So crazy.  So here she is. 

I kept a "poker face" while driving away.  Meanwhile B is giving me his biggest happiest smile ever.  I am nervous.  I felt shy.  I felt like I didn't want to shout to the world about my new car.  I just didn't.  I don't know why.  Weirdo I know.  So we head here.  West Ranch Jr. High. (and to Jaymee, Sean, Hope, Carol and Jim...I/we didn't call because we simply didn't want to add more peeps into the mix in case we didn't make it on time...K rode with Mac and WILL NOT LET US STOP ANYWHERE ON THE WAY HOME. CAN YOU SAY SWEATY AND TIRED?) We got spanked.  It was warm.  It was windy.  It was beautiful.  I stood back to catch the many umbrellas.  It's these moments.  It's these times of reality that these games won't be forever.  I will miss them.  I try to capture the many different fields.  The many places we've traveled. By the way, That is one BEAUTIFUL school.  Those fellers have covered parking lots, and new fresh everything.  Holla.

Ok, so here is where the weirdo seeps from me.  On the way home, I told Bill he should drive K home.  The two of them should enjoy my new car on the way home.  Because deep down I wanted to drive my little Jetta Girl home.  For the last time from a far away game.  As I am strolling down the highway...this crazy sense of sadness poured over me.  The tears fell.  You know Mama's, those silly tender moments that maybe some of you have?  Is it me?  The tears fell because these pages are turning faster and faster.  And the moments, miles, cities, early mornings...driving her to these games in my Jetta are done.  She will be driving within the next month or so.  Although I will still drive her to the games.  Jetta has officially been handed over.  Its all surreal to me.  It is, you guys. My baby isn't my baby anymore.  I want to slow down the clock, but then again, I don't.  Does this make sense to you?  Have you had these feelings? Are your babies still babies?  Be ready.  The transfer of the torch happens sooner than later.  Be ready.  And people, please understand my tears.  Yes, I am happy.  Yes, I am thankful.  Yes, I LOVE MY NEW CAR. I LOVE IT!  I AM SO THANKFUL!  I just have a hard time letting these days slip away....the fields, the ride home.  Together.  Quiet, happy, sad...just together. 

 

I do have PEACE in my heart. I do.  I pray for her safety.  The many changes that will take place in the next 2 months and years.  College planning, life changing things happening.  Do any of you want to slow the clock down just a little?  Happy Monday sugars.  Hope this week is really peaceful for you too.  That if hormones are kicking your asses, it will pass soon.  If worry over comes you, fight it like the devil.  If sadness lurks around the corner, fight that too.  Smile. Even when things are tough.  Smile.  And please smile for me.  My new little addition is rocking my world.  Volkswagen CC you are a little gem you....Mindi I hope you read this and are feeling better.  Keep snapping those beautiful shots of your babies.  The pages are turning fast.  Trust me. Turning pages.