You’ve seen the title of the post. I gave you fare warning, it’s not too late to turn back if you can’t stomach the mushiness.
My firstborn is no longer in kindergarten and it has me feeling very sentimental.
…and this is a picture of them on their last day.
If you are interested in the story behind these pictures you can read about it here.
~ I want to remember that “I love you Mrs. Boone” was one of the first sentences he learned to write. It’s significant to me because I love Mrs. Boone too. She is so much more than Jude’s teacher. She is a dear friend who I love and respect. She is family to me and I am so grateful for the influence and impact she has had on Jude’s young life.
~ I want to remember what Jude said to me the last day of school after I gave him my best “I-know-it’s-the-last-day-of-school-but-please-behave-yourself” speech. He glanced over his shoulder as he hopped out of the van and said, “You don’t have to worry about me mom. I always do a good job at school.”
~ I want to remember what Mrs. Boone said to me when I sheepishly asked her if she wouldn’t mind just moving up grades with Jude, and being his teacher until he’s 18. She laughed and said, “Oh April. I think he would out grow me. I think we would outgrow each other.” That was her very kind way of reminding me that Jude is doing exactly what he is supposed to be doing… growing up. And while there are times, when I am holding him in my lap, when I feel that familiar lump in my throat, and my heart whispers, “Please don’t grow up on me.” I know that is not what I really want. I want him to grow up big and strong. I want him to “out grow” me.
Speaking of things I want to remember…
This guy right here… so many things I want to remember about this boy who has the power to melt my heart.
“Mom. Mom Jude says that there’s no such thing as treasure. But I find treasure all the time! See?!”
He does find treasure everywhere, because he has the eyes to see it. He sees the special in the ordinary. He loves to be praised but always dips his head bashfully and gets real quiet when you compliment him.
I am continually delighted and amused by the outfits he chooses to wear into town with me. He has been know to wear batting helmets to the dollar store, Zorro masks and flashlights to Target, and then there was this ensemble he wore the other day to Trader Joe’s… a train engineer hat with his sixshooter and red sandals.
He doesn’t do it to be silly or stand out, in fact it’s quite the opposite. He chooses his gear very thoughtfully and seriously. He is usually puzzled and a little embarrassed if I act amused or try to take a picture of him (which is why I was sneaking these shots of him while he was distracted by the tiki hut). I’m just crazy about that boy!
We tried a new recipe last week. It was the first official morning of summer break and regular old cereal just didn’t sound special enough.
If you are interested in trying it you can find the recipe here.
For our Memorial Day weekend we went camping in the redwoods with some people we’re pretty crazy about . I’m hoping to post pictures later on this week but if you want to see some pictures of our crazy, wonderful, wet weekend you can check them out on Alli’s blog.
I know it’s Wednesday and I’m supposed to be doing a creative type Show & Tell Wednesday post, but I was longing for a plain ole’ everyday-life-kind-of-post. That, and the only thing I have to show for this week is the growing stack of unfinished projects sitting on my desk.
Last but not least…. Houston we have grass!
<cue Hallelujah Chorus>
It does? Oh. Duly noted.