Mesa graduated from pre-school last night, and I watched Hope kick butt this morning in the shortened 50 meter dash at “field day” to end first grade. It was short because it was moved inside the gym due to the rain. After she whipped all the other first graders, she came in a close second when four 6th 8th grade boys challenged her. Yup–she beat all but one of ’em. Her shit is quick, I guess.
So now it’s on to softball, T-ball, vacations, swimming lessons, vacation bible school, and what not. Somehow, Jaim and I still need to fit work in. (And an occasional date.) I know everybody says this all the time, but I really can’t get my mind around how fast time is flying by me. You don’t notice it as much until one day you’re watching your cone-head daughter come into this world (the cone head went back to normal after a couple days) and the very next day she’s reading chapter books (this is a big deal–the chapters) and getting pumped about being a second grader.
Love every second.
Half a Hope