It was such a busy weekend with not a chance to catch our breath for even a minute over two days. And that was just the grad, it didn't count Mother's Day. It's taken me this long to just feel like I'm functioning and can write something.
I always find the timing of the graduation so odd. They really still have at least a month of school and then finals before they are truly done school. But it is what it is, and celebrate they did. I wrote a bit about the way we celebrate graduation here.
One of my favorite parts was taking her all dressed up and taking some pictures of her. The night before grad we tried the dress on, I tacked on the sash (which for a non-sew-er like me was total stress city), and took a couple of pics outside. You have no idea the stab in my heart these pictures of her on the swing set brought to my heart. In my present eyes, there she was, beautiful, all dressed up and grown up, but in my mind's eye I saw the little girl who spent hours swinging, climbing and giggling on this very swing set. Sigh. Choke.
On grad day after the convocation and the hair appointment, we went to a more scenic spot and I tried to take as many as I could before she melted down.
We didn't realize until we got home we had forgotten her jewelry. Oh well, such is life.
And life is also about enjoying each moment, each stage of life, drawing from each moment every ounce of love and of letting them go to spread their own wings. And of wearing clashing patterns with your Mother, apparently.