Friday, November 11, 2016

A Letter to a 13 Year Old Boy: Brighton’s Birthday Letter 2016

Dear Brighton,

When you were three— blonde hair flopping around your darling face with those bright eyes— it was hard to imagine you grown up.  The days of Thomas the Train and Matchbox cars seemed endless as does now your need for clean clothes and showers. Your long self fills your bottom bunk and somehow this fall, you have almost caught up to mine and Julia’s 5’7” frame.  I’m okay with that, but your sister won’t be.  I don’t think she’s noticed yet.

You are thirteen— a teenager.  I forgot to ask you if you were a “real teenager”.  When Julia turned thirteen 21 months ago, you were quick to tell her that 13 wasn’t really a teenager-- saying that the 13th year was just for pretending, but 14 would be the real deal.  We’ve barely had time to talk about your becoming a teenager—- and YOU are the kid that would really have something to say about such an event.  A couple of friends of ours came over the night before and gave you a “charge” so to speak.  I wanted to push my way in and hear all of it but I didn’t.  It was “men” time and you will just have to tell me about it.  I am grateful for kind and strong men in your life who love you and want to see the best of you in the years to come.


So what does a momma have to say to her, now, teenage boy?  I’ve been thinking about this for a while because I have read many amazing letters through the years.  But only I know you like I do and I want my words to come from that place— knowing you as a mother knows her son. Most of that will be just be between you and me.  I can’t let all my secrets out about you right now, can I?  Some of those things are for me to know and me only.
You needed a haircut and you were resistant to pictures for the very first time.  So.........I’ll try harder next year or make your daddy do it ; )
There are many things that can be said to a 13 year old boy— and I will probably say most of it at one point or another because I am like that— wanting to cover it all, trying not to miss anything important, using lots of words.  And I know how much you LOVE that.  However, only one thing is needed— a vibrant, growing relationship with Jesus, the One who loves you more than I do and the One who holds you in the palm of His hand, and the One who has plans and purposes for your life that I know nothing about,,,,,,,, yet.  This one things covers a multitude of conversations.  But to send you from our home, loving Jesus with whole hearted devotion, committing to following Him all of your days, serving Him with courage and integrity— what more could I ask for?  And if I care about anything else a whole, whole lot, I need to check my own heart.

You're spiritually minded.  It’s in your head.  I think a lot has descended into your heart but much is still in your head.  You think about God and, right now, you want to do the right thing. You are quick to admit wrong and quick to ask for forgiveness.  But like many of us, especially your momma, very slow to change.  You’re 13 so I know we still have much foolishness to wade through— spur of the moment bad decisions, words you’ll wish you’d never said, grades that won’t reflect your capabilities, girls who aren’t for you, actions you’ll wish you’d never put your hands and feet to— it’s all part of growing up.  All part of learning as you mature.  But of course my prayer is that those things will never satisfy, that they would come up empty and disappointing— and that the consequences would be an effective teacher to steer you back to wisdom and not have to follow you the rest of your days.

I hope you will find much satisfaction and FUN in days well chosen, days well lived— that seeing the difference is more obvious to you than when someone takes your Halloween candy.   ; )  Instead of feeling hemmed in or trapped, I pray you would feel the freedom you DO have and run free and clear in the space laid out for you— and that you would feel that the boundary lines have fallen for you in pleasant places.  And Brighton, this is where you’ll find blessing.  That word is real- “blessing”.  It is thrown around a lot, but when it comes to God and “blessing”, it’s a big deal.  With obedience comes blessing.  It may not be the blessings for which you are hoping, but over the long haul- living faithfully before the Lord and WITH Him, there is blessing-- like you will never know anywhere else.  And I am as sure of that as I am knowing where your Halloween candy is. ; )

So, that’s the page, darling, that anything else I could ever say is written ON.  Having that kind of relationship with the Lord—that’s the piece of paper I’d write any other advice on.  Without that relationship, nothing else will work or matter a hill of beans.

Even with the relationship intact, much temptation will come.  And remember, temptation is NOT sin.  Only your response to it has potential for sin.  This is where your strength has to kick in— those muscles of courage and bravery we’re trying to have you exercise because Brighton, there will be situations where YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE choosing to have courage and say, “no way”.   This may make you feel amazing but it might make you feel like a lame-o, stupid loser for a short period of time.  But remember, “I wish I had chosen to do the wrong thing”  SAID NO ONE EVER.  You will never regret a right decision, my son—one that is in line with the Truth.  It just won’t happen.

I wish I could take Proverbs 2, make a delicious pizza, hamburger or nachos out of it and make you chew it up and eat it — if that helped me get it INSIDE OF YOU.  Maybe an IV would be more effective?!  Take this to heart, sweet B.  These are words of life.

My son, if you accept my words
 and store up my commands within you,

turning your ear to wisdom
 and applying your heart to understanding—

indeed, if you call out for insight
 and cry aloud for understanding,

and if you look for it as for silver
 and search for it as for hidden treasure,

then you will understand the fear of the Lord
 and find the knowledge of God.

For the Lord gives wisdom;
 from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.

He holds success in store for the upright,
 he is a SHIELD to those whose walk is blameless,

for he GUARDS the course of the just
 and PROTECTS the way of his faithful ones.

Then you will UNDERSTAND what is right and just
 and fair—every GOOD path.

For WISDOM will enter your HEART,
 and knowledge will be PLEASANT to your SOUL.

Discretion will PROTECT you,
 and understanding will GUARD you.

{CAPS mine-- all words that a momma loves.}

That Proverb goes on to talk about the “wayward woman with her seductive words” and how her path leads “down to death” and causes them to forfeit the “path of life”.  Don’t forfeit the “path of life”  by giving into your curiosity for a few moments of pleasure.  Death comes in many ways and you want every part of you to be ALIVE as you go out into this world to DO and BE all the God calls you to.  Guard yourself, B.  Be fierce about it. {You will hear this again— and again. And you will be okay with it because you love me.}

I see glimpses of the man God is making you to be, Brighton.  If I can wade through the dirty clothes, your papers everywhere and the things you just can’t seem to keep up with, I see a young man capable of leading, serving, loving, and making a significant difference in the world around him.

You have what it takes, B.

I am so very proud to be your mom.  

A picture of the 6th grade school picture 
Basketball was REALLY fun last year-- you guys won lots of games.

And came in SECOND! {Thus the TWO fingers}  You guys wore your MEDALS to school.  Yes. You. Did.

This might be the only night of the year that the two of you get along.... Christmas Eve

This is the first of many pictures that I want you to remember that YOU ARE LOVED by MANY.  You have a strong support of family AND friends around you who want the very best for you.

The Badlands-- NPT 2016
Stinker--
You are so proud of your cousin RJ and Hunter’s boyfriend, Jason.  Some of this is random but most of it’s theirs that you laid out.
Cousins.  You are the baby and you are loved.
This guy loves you too-- and he doesn’t HAVE to!  
Saturday morning AFTER the late night sleepover...  Good friends.

Young Life Camp-- Wyldlife-- 2016
This one HAS to love you but I think she would anyway. ; ) {Rough Riders!}

You’ve spent a lot of time checking your muscles this year.

Yes-- this means love.
New experience with Daddy
It’s “the smile” we get for pictures these days...


More love.


Teaching beach family -- You can’t see me!!!

Your first “Dallas Experience”-- girl drama and lots of hard work

Rough Rider game with friends
Fort Worth family-- known all your life

First football camp-- with Luke-- known him since babyhood too.
These moments make a momma happy.  She can’t help but yank out her camera.  No matter how she talks to you, B, she LOVES YOU.
You did a big new thing this year-- you started public school!!  And YOU LOVE IT!  And the coolest thing-- look who the first people you saw that first morning were-- life long friends.

More friends you’ve known all your life-- after school Costco run



It’s been a great year with lots of memories-- but I want you to remember these people.  It’s the relationships that will mean the most to you through the years.  Be grateful.




LAST YEAR- 2015
THIS  YEAR- 2016

Goodbye 12. Hello 13.


P.S.  Things to note:  shaving adventures, 6:30 am football practices, saluting after a deflected pass {no sir}, dabbing, lost baby belly, brand names {ugh}, loves cafeteria food, bow ties, your response after Julia left the house for homecoming with Nate's family {"Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.}, camp out DRAMA-- will add more as I think of them.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Time, Homecoming and Humble Pie

I’m faking fall by my fake fire this morning. The 95 that hit us yesterday was no joke for October.  Tomorrow looks promising but who really knows.  I’m ready to burn some real wood and wear something besides July clothing.  Who’s with me?

A songwriter I met several years ago used to have a tag on her webpage— “writing when I should be sleeping”— like that was a normal thing for her.  I will give up a few things, but sleep is not one of them.  So for me— I should be studying for my next time to teach but here I am writing because I want to and I really love to process things this way.

A couple of years ago my friend posted her 9th grade son’s homecoming pictures— a large group of girls and boys all dressed up and looking very “grown”.  I thought to myself, “No way will Julia be doing that in 9th grade.  It’s too soon.  How do we know this will turn out well?  Who are those kids anyway?”  Something like that but basically {in South Georgia talk}, “There ain't NO WAY she’s going to homecoming in 2 years.”



And there she is two years later at homecoming with a kid I had never heard of before Friday.  It’s a great story but one for a back post later for the family books— and not to embarrass either party.  It was a late ask —for good reason— no real fault by our new friend, Nathaniel.  All I know is that Friday morning I called and ordered a nosegay for Jeff to give to Julia because she had made homecoming plans with girlfriends and 2 hours later I was calling the florist to change it to a boutonniere.

So, the young man…. before all of you freak out that we let her go with a “stranger”….. THIS is what friends are for—times just like this when you REALLY want to say YES to your daughter but DO NOT have the critical information you need.  And if you don’t live here, Fort Worth is just a big small town.  All it took was a text or two and the kid had stellar reviews blowing up my phone.  {The funniest part of the texting is that BOTH MOMS I texted knew about the “ask” before I could inquire about the boy.  Their sons had already texted them to tell them Julia had been asked!}  Then, to hear my friends speak of his family— I knew Julia would be well taken care of — and the best part, she’d spend the evening with some of her closest friends.  It was all just super sweet.

We’ve known the Jordans for quite a while and mirrored school experiences.  Glad Julia got to make this transition with Audrey.



Hudson rode to Bossier City, LA in his infant carrier when Julia was born.  He was barely 3 months old.  
What happened during the two years of “ain’t going” and “going with a stranger”?!?  Two years.  That’s what happened.  I remember clearly the summer before 7th grade and how I felt I still had like a 10 year old in Julia and then thinking only 4-6 months later, “Whoa. Wait a minute.  You certainly aren’t 10 anymore.”  Lots happens when our kids sleep. I wrote a sappy post on that before.  It feels crazy when you “miss” it.  It really is like you turn around to answer their question and when you see their face, you stare and forget what the answer was.  All you can think is “WHO IS THAT? HOW?!  Just how?”  And not only the physical changes but emotional/mental as well.  They are capable of processing things that they weren’t able to just 6 months ago.  You get to a point where you are like, “Yes, it’s time to have that conversation. I hate for her to have this knowledge of something so horrific, but it’s time.”   A different level of exposure to worldly things is in order.  They ask more questions and we can answer them more fully.  The best part of all of it is, they can grow in their knowledge of the Lord, WHO HE IS and, hopefully, the value of walking with Him.  As we answer questions and help them process the things they are beginning to notice around them, we can go deeper into the things of God because now, they can understand it more fully.  Only they can choose whether or not to embrace Him and His ways.  Our job is just to keep putting Him out there— walk and talk Him out in front of them.  They get to choose.  

Just how I can’t stop this aging process happening ALL over my self, we can’t stop it with our kids and it’s not healthy to try.  As my kids have more freedom and get permission to do things that are completely out of my control and protection, I am figuring out that they probably know about 90% of what they need to know to make good decisions. We’ve already taught them this — since “littlehood”.  Right?  The context might change but not the principle.    

So you sweet young mommas that stop by here from time to time, you lay that foundation for your sweet littles because they grow and become bigs— bigs who need to be bolstered from underneath and held up by the Truth that won’t change, bigs who will be making decisions out from under your watchful eye.  We are raising our kids in years that things are changing so fast I don’t even try anymore.  They NEED the security of Someone who never changes and the Words He gave us that don’t change.  Our kids can be a voice of logic, reason and wisdom in a world of foolishness and spinning opinions but they need someone willing to put in the time to help lay this foundation beneath them.

And YOU, sweet momma, are just the one for the job.  

I’m at it with you— not there yet, but in the process with you.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Rocking My World


No one else knows, but September is almost over and I don’t have a post on the books.  My mom let me know a couple of months ago I wouldn’t have enough to make a book this year.  At least someone is keeping track!  What she doesn’t know is that I have done a lot of “back posting” — another way to say it is that I have been cheating blogger.  I love that feature— wish Instagram had it— but then it wouldn’t be very “insta”, would it?  But it allows me to put things in LATER that I want in the family book.  It’s mostly been events or vacations — and really, THOSE are the things the kids enjoy.  All my words?!  Oh my gosh— nope, they get ENOUGH of those during the week.  Pictures.  That’s what they love seeing.  So here I am, with a day left in the month and determined to post SOMETHING in real time.

So what is “rocking my world”?  You know, I just gave it that label this week.  I know people have used that expression for a while but it’s really the best way I know how to describe this thing.  Last summer, I lost “my store” with the pharmacy I work for after nearly 20 years.  Not my job— just my store.  I don’t even think I’ve told Jeff this— too embarrassed at the time— but on the day I knew I wasn’t scheduled there again, I cried on my way out.  I mean, I don’t just LOVE my job.  I am grateful for it but my heart is at home.  However, I have been there almost EVERY week for the last 20 years.   I have seen babies born and go off to college.  I have seen more sweet elderly people die than I care to count— and seeing their spouse a week or two later is heart- wrenching.  So, I cried.  There wasn’t a big to do— which I am typically not a fan of— but somewhere in my sentimental spirit, I wanted someone to recognize it.  It was the very first store in the DFW metroplex and the corporate big wig {now retired in Trophy Club} and I opened it together.  The company flew 6 of us to Des Moines to train for a week so we could open the district here.  Ok, sniff, sniff — enough about that.  It’s been a year and I am so over it.

What I am NOT over is this—and this is what is rocking my world—  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT EIGHT HOURS OR WHAT STORE I AM WORKING IN WEEK TO WEEK.  NO DAY TO DAY.  {I typed in bold and caps so you wouldn’t misunderstand me.}  Granted I only work 8 hours a week but it’s a chunk and I never know when it’s going to be extracted from my seven days.  So when I say “day to day”, I mean, I’ll be driving Julia to school at 8:20 and I will get a text on my phone offering a shift for the afternoon/evening.  Very rarely do I know the day before anymore.

Here are my conversations with people— “I’d LOVE to hand out Chik-Fil-A to the boys before their game Tuesday night but if I get called into work, I’ll have to bail.”  “I will do carpool on Monday and Wednesday but if I get a shift, I’ll need to switch it around.”  “I really want to come help with the coach’s surprise party after practice, but if I don’t show, it’s because I went to work.”  “I’ll see you Thursday at prayer unless I get a shift last minute.”  “Yes!  Let’s meet for coffee!  I’ll text you as soon as I know if I have to go into work.”  “I’ll be at your son’s football game Friday night if I don’t have to work.”  Don’t you want to be my friend?  Lame-O.  Seriously.  If reading those got on your nerves, I PROMISE you, speaking them day after day is like watching a used car salesman commercial 25 times.  Misery for me.

First, perspective.  I had a GREAT, predictable 20 year run.  I have a good job that pays well.  They have not fired me and I can still work 8 hours a week. {So far.} I do not have to get vacation approved.  Yes, I could look for a different job in pharmacy —- a few things that deter me— my retirement plan, learning a new computer system {can you say “lazy”?} and the pay is good where I am.  I am not looking at this point but maybe after several more months of this, I will.  Who knows?

I had no idea though, what this unknown 8 hour disappearing chunk would do to my thought processes.  I don’t feel I have one anymore- a thought process. I am a planner and I am not doing much planning. Until I get that shift, it’s like I am going hour by hour.  I absolutely LOVE a Monday shift because then I know the rest of the week is “stable”.  Pieces of it won’t go missing.  There are, of course, the non- negotiables for our family— what we will miss and what we won’t, and then there are times that are just too complicated for someone else to cover for me if Jeff isn’t available. So imagine a week ahead of you with stable pieces— things that you will NOT miss no matter what and then everything else is like driftwood floating on the surface waiting to be claimed.  I’d like to say I am getting used to it, but I am not.  However, I am figuring it out trying my best to make it work for my family.

To say the least, it’s been a year long exercise in flexibility— and that may be RIGHT where God wants me.  Oh— and also loss of control of my schedule.  The more I write, the clearer it’s all coming to me.  He totally has me right where He wants me. He is strengthening my weakest muscles— flexibility— and hindering me from exercising my ugliest strength— control.  All of a sudden this feels a lot different.  Father, help me to submit with humility and joy.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

8 Days In


I didn’t get her picture before we left so I asked her to take a selfie since I knew there was no hope of a picture since I was dropping her off.  


This is so normal, I know…to drop kids off at school and come home to an empty house— a QUIET, empty house.  But FIVE days a week.  It’s really amazing.  Only 8 days in, I don’t know the full extent of the “amazing-ness” but everyday, I find it hard to believe that they will leave again the next day too.  And only 8 days in, I really can’t tell yet exactly how different I am going to feel.  I think mid October, maybe I’ll know?  All I know, it’s a very big deal.

The first week was good for both of them.  Julia had a couple of schedule snafus but other than getting lost like every other freshman, wondering what to wear and not being able to locate her locker for a week, she really enjoyed it.  This isn’t easy— brand new school, HIGH SCHOOL, 6A school {very large}, a handful of friends— I think she’s {I want to say ‘killing it’ but can a 45 year old say that?  Without people thinking, “she’s trying to talk hip”?}I think she’s doing swell.  Ha!  Anyway.  I am so proud of her.  God loves my girl— way more than I do and He’s using other people to show her that too.  Another mom offered to get some freshman girls together at a yogurt shop last Sunday just to give Julia more familiar faces to see in the halls.  When I thanked her later, she said, “Today was my pleasure and a glimpse of God’s love for Julia!”  My heart is full.

Get this— NO DRESS CODE.  Nada.  Zip.  It’s really hard to believe in 2016 but there’s not.  Julia left today in running shorts, long sleeve T-shirt and running shoes.  Second day for that look but she’s worn “real clothes" the other days.  I had no idea what she’d want to do.  Last week when she came down in above said outfit, no make-up {she doesn’t wear much but NO mascara or gloss) and her hair in a bun, I knew she was O-KAY.  Made me happy that she was comfortable in her bare and beautiful 14 year old skin.  For now.  Will continue to pray.  For lots of things.

Brighton didn’t have football practice on the first day of school so I didn’t drop him off until— another “get this”— 9:30!!  I’ve heard of this but wasn’t sure I really believed it.  But it’s true. And the sweetest thing that happened on day 1— There is a group of girls I have known since right before Julia was born and many of our children overlap in ages but hardly have ever schooled or even attended church together.  Two of my friends in that group had kids starting at McLean too. As I was inching down the street to drop him off, we saw one of the boys {and his mom} so B jumped out and I called Kellie to tell her B was running up behind them.  When they got to the front of the school, our other friend was there so they all got to go in together and walk each other to their homerooms— after Kelly explained to B what homeroom was.  And she was able to take this picture.  Again, my heart was full.

Thanks, KB, for taking this picture!
Back to the 9:30 drop off.  We only got ONE morning of that.  Football practice drop off is 6:30!!  Hello morning.  He’s rocking the alarm clock and ready to go. On time. Our Golden Retriever went without breakfast a couple of days as B was getting used to this new dark-thirty schedule {Gabe had lunch though when we realized}.  Gosh, I know B’s tired.  I told him this morning that this would be easier once they played their first game.  I watched him get out of the car this morning— in the dark— he was barefoot, carrying his shoes, glorious bed hair and too many pieces NOT in his backpack and sure enough, he left his lunch in the car.  I’m not sure if the left lunch was by design or not because, guess what?  He has an affinity for cafeteria food.  Of course he does.  Carbs and cheap meat are his favorite food groups.  I am not sure what we are going to do about that.

By about Tuesday last week {SECOND day of school}, he said, “I can’t believe I get to go back tomorrow!”  He truly loves it.  I went to his open house last night to meet his teachers— and some of his friends- and I could just tell, he LOVES it.  Going into situations like that for him are very natural and energizing even.  Not one atom in his body is introvert.  He thrives with all the people and all the interactions.  Now, let’s see if his heart and grades thrive. {So many prayers to pray!}



I cannot end this without a bit on pick ups/drop offs/carpool.  This was a brand-spanking new frontier for me.  I had no idea.  Really.  I am SO impressed with my friends who have done it for YEARS and not ONCE complained.  I am totally inspired.  The first day, it rained, so Monday night my friends assured me it was “pick up on steroids”.  But even then, I knew I needed to do something different.  Every day I have tried new routes and new times and I think I’ve got it.  Ballet started this week so I am trying some new streets for that and the piano time slot might be a lost cause but I am going to try really hard tomorrow.   Carpool is a BLESSING— surprised it isn’t mentioned in the Holy Scriptures somewhere.  To AVOID pick ups is the way to go so you really want to make carpool work.  However, you get to know the kids which is the upside of it being your day to drive.  Just say yes.

But did I mention I come home to a quiet, empty house FIVE days a week?  I can do crazy pick ups, no problem.

           

Yes, I do miss them.  It took me until Friday but B got out of here early that morning without my seeing him and about 2 o’clock, I thought, “I miss him”.   I went into this with my eyes wide open.  I know what I had with them for nine years.  TIME.  Lots of precious time.  We interacted all day and interacted fully all those years.  Some was ugly and some was GOLDEN.  Putting them in public school, I knew that would be gone. It is a sacrifice made.  I know I am missing a lot.  And I am okay with that— on the days I remember the Lord led us to here.  I have to trust Him with their time— to mold and shape them into who He has created them to be, to allow circumstances in their lives that drive them to Him, to develop more compassion for a larger sphere, and to begin to understand our world’s culture and how to interact IN it but not OF it.  {Prayers!!  Please!!}

Seriously.  Can all of that really happen in middle/high school??!  Who knows.  I think it’s a good starting place.  My heart is full of gratitude to a good and faithful God who loves my children way more than I do.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Lake Day {Old Friends and New}

Did I ever tell you it rained -- it seems-- the LAST MONTH OF SUMMER?!?  Pool days came to an abrupt halt.  No more packing coolers.  No more sunscreen applications.  No more lazy days of chatting in the sun {or shade - depending on who you are} with friends.  It was sad.  A “lake day” had been promised to Julia with a few old friends and new who would be joining her at Paschal the first day of school but the days and days of rain seemed to be determined to snuff this fun day out.  On the day of as I was debating on whether or not to cancel it, all it took was one boy in the background of the conversation I was having with his mom saying, “Let’s just try it!”.  No more questions-- if he was game, I was game.  After a handful of optimistic texts to the other parents, I heated up the Hawaiian Roll sandwiches, loaded the cooler with fun cans and bottles, layered THREE batches of Rice Krispie treats in one container, the biggest bag of popcorn I’d ever seen in my life and off we went.  As I was heading out the door, I noticed the wood pile and thought of wet kids and evening time and threw a few pieces of wood in the back of the car.  And in case you were wondering if I am crazy or delusional, we had a VERY strange August.  Very cool. Very wet.

Kids, lake, a dock, a football, no worries of sunburn.  Perfect.


How many teenagers can you fit on a ski boat?
 {They didn’t all go at once, of course. But they would have tried!}


Always a little work to get a group shot.



As the afternoon turned to early evening, the sky just kept getting more dreamy.





Audrey was the ONLY one to try wake boarding and make it up several times.  Hudson was a veteran- got up the first time-- but I applaud the boys for trying.  Really hard.



Tommy, Audrey’s dad, started the fire - WITHOUT lighter fluid- {show off} while Jeff slung the kids around on the tube.  They found sticks so they could heat their sandwiches.


We lit sky lanterns at the end which-- I don’t care how may times you’ve done them- they are just cool.  And so pretty to watch.  They floated the right way-- thank goodness-- AWAY from the trees.  But we were able to watch them until they were just specks.  



The sky at this point was just incredible-- as you see in the following picture but, here, you can see the reds and pinks reflecting onto them as they followed their lanterns.




I know.  Amazing.  This is completely unedited taken on the phone. It just looked like this.  I noticed a couple of the kids-- boys, mind you-- running back to snap a picture too.  Gotta love a kid who appreciates a sunset. ; )

We had a GREAT time with these kids.  We just wanted to give Julia a few more friendly faces to recognize as she headed to a brand new school.  I was completely encouraged- and impressed- to meet them because each of them were super polite and very helpful.  And so very grateful.  That always gets a momma’s heart.  We’ll load this crew up anytime they want to go.