TruMama

Adios second grade!

Here we go again. You would think I would be getting used to this feeling. But, no.

First day:

Last day:

Every school year draws to an end. I look at you and I pause.

I can not believe how much you have grown and changed. How much you have become your very own person.

Every year I think, oh I am just being a little tender and it won’t be so drastic next year. And then…BAM.

I am right back in that same ol’ nostalgic place. No road map needed.

A little corner in my heart that I visit. As vast as the Grand Canyon.

Full of cherished memories. It takes my breath away.

I drink in the moments. Savor the beauty. Feel the enormity of it all.

And then I come back home…to make more memories.

I love you too much!

**A trip down memory lane…

Kindergarten:

First Grade:

Second Grade:

Wow!

January 2016…Blink…December 2016

Honestly, every year with you is the best year.

You live life with this force of energy that keeps things fresh and new.

You wake with excitement about being alive and bring laughter to all you do.

You make every day the best day of my life.

I love you too much!

Song: Best Day of My Life, American Authors

Ever since that first flicker

I felt deep inside

Before I ever knew you

I was under you spell

You work your magic every day

You live and breath your magic

Fire magic

Enchanting laughter

Charming eyes

Casting good out into this world

Encircling others with your fiery love magic

Every second a kind of hypnotic show.

I can not believe my eyes

But I know my heart.

And I know your heart.

Connected by a single spark

I get to live in this magic.

Moment after magical moment.

I love you too much!

That moment when your boy begins using hair product.

One minute…

Then the next…

I love you too much!

Hurricane Hermine

In between downpours…

I love you too much!

You know what breaks my heart and tears me up inside?

When you are sick.

I can not stand it. Not one bit. I would rather it be me…every single time.

You are pitiful.

The good news is you usually sleep right through it.

No matter where you are. 🙁

I love you too much!

We walked to the table to play a round of Connect 4 and in the middle of it you saw the fresh cut flowers from our yard.

It went a little something like this…

You: Oh nice!! Are we gonna keep it like this?

Me: Well, I just cut those from our hydrangea bush. I thought they were pretty.

You: Ok. I will put this in my memories from when I was 7.

I love you too much!

We took a walk today.

A beautiful day for finding Pokemons. 🙂

We looked around the corner.

Down the boulevard.

Back home in the yard.

You found Evee right beside me!

Score.

I love walks with you.

I love you too much!

I read this poem this morning and cried.

I Woke

I Woke

and crept

like a cat

on silent feet

about my own house –

to look

at you

while you were sleeping,

your hair

sprayed on the pillow,

your eyes

closed,

your body

safe and solitary, 

and my doors

shut for your safety

and your comfort.

I did this

thinking I was intruding,

yet wanting to see

the most beautiful thing

that has ever been in my house.

-Mary Oliver

A couple little tears rolled down my cheeks.

I cried because the poet was speaking to me. For me.

Her words were there on the page perfectly describing the feeling I so often have and can not describe.

The feeling I can never put into words.

That tender moment when I look at you sound asleep and I am overcome with love and emotion.

That moment when everything in the world just feels perfect.

The beauty of that moment wells up in me and I am so completely grateful.

I love you too much!

Field Day!

Because you know I’m all about that fun

‘Bout that fun, no trouble

I’m all about that fun

‘Bout that fun, no trouble

I’m all about that fun

‘Bout that fun, no trouble

I’m all about that fun

‘Bout that fun…fun…fun…fun

Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no clown

But I can play it, play it, like I’m supposed to do

Cause I got that giggle giggle for all my friends to share

And all the funny jokes and fun games because I care

(Mrs. Fungaroli thought she was gonna squirt you……epic fail!)

(Score!!)

(Pelican Poop…yum!)

(Grand Finale of water events!)

I’m bringing silly back

Go ‘head tell them perfect people that

No, I’m just playing, I know you think you’re drab

But I’m here to tell you…

Every laugh from you is perfect from the belly to the snort!

I love you too much!!