This blog post was supposed to be about Brangelina. About telling them to stop, already, for crap's sake. That the United Nations called: they want their delegates back. I had some good name ideas for the twins, like "Really" and "Good-Looking". Also, some suggestions of who they might consider adopting next, like Sean Preston & Jayden James....or Lindsay Lohan.
But the truth is, my first born baby girl is graduating elementary school tomorrow and will be a middle schooler and I am a teary, photo album-browsin', sad song-listenin' mess. Do yourself a favor and do not download Billy Ray Cyrus' song 'Ready, Set, Don't Go'. Like I just did. To torture myself. Why don't I just make myself a mix tape of "I Hope You Dance" "Memories" and "The Times of Your Life".
I don't know, it's more than the end of a school year. It's the end of my role as Her Audience for every holiday concert and Open House...art shows and school plays....Halloween parade and Thanksgiving "feasts". Read-a-thons and book fairs...and I was her Class Mom and I chaperoned her field trips. And I brought my camera every time. And her face would light up when I caught her eye. And she'd wave her little hand and grin with excitement. And I would revel in the knowledge that it would be like this for a long time.
But it isn't. It really isn't a long time at all.