Sweet, what does mine say?
(Five points for the movie reference.)
It's cuh-razy busy around here as of late. And when it's not, I am trying to impress every sight, every move, every sound and each and every scent (well, maybe not EVERY scent) my only child has to offer and pack them safely into my memory.
That's right, the RD is graduating high school.
I know, I know ... we've got months before college starts. Don't ... (hic) ... get ... me ... (welled-up eyes) ... started. (wail)
Y'all, he has access to a vehicle.
And a job. (sniff)
And a life (hic) outside of MY home.
He's going to pack up his stuff. (a single tear escapes, coursing down my cheek)
Store some of his stuff. (snot flowing)
And go to college. (WAIL!)
To what far-flung land is he traveling in pursuit of his dream in technical theatre, you ask? Moorhead State. Yup, just across the river in Moorhead, MN.
(defiantly wipes nose on shirt sleeve)
Don't look at me like that. He's. My. (limb-shaking breath) BABY.
I'll try to keep my keening to a minimum.
The graduation party is this weekend. Actual graduation is next weekend. Mix in there family visits, putting the house on the market right after graduation and avidly looking for my next awesome employer, and well ... yeah. Duuuuuude. There's a lot going on.
While I'm off being super woman, I offer you two more pictures from our trip out West.
The first is the Boy RD being accosted by a five year-old. We went to visit some adopted family (you know, the kind you've known since their parents were THIS big and you love the whole brood like they're your own?) and this guy took one look at the 6'2" RD and decided he needed to take. Him. DOWN. Note the look of, "are you sure about this?" on the RD's face. And the RD's hat head -- it's so RD! Also, note the little dude's brother in the background, waiting for bloodshed. Such a good brother.
This next shot is of pie. Why pie? Because pie is good. DUH.
Suh g'on now, git yerself some puh. It's good fer ya!