Friday, July 11, 2008

Happy Birthday to my favorite person

Today is the birthday of one of my favorite people. I've known her all of her life. We've been through many ups and downs, good times and bad times and through it all we've remained the best of friends! I could go on and on about her many awesome qualities, but it would probably bore most people! She's the first person I call when I have exciting news and also when I need to rant. She's a great listener and will give advice when she knows I want to hear it or ask for it.

As kids, we were probably the biggest enemies, but as we've grown into adults we are the best friends two sisters can have. I love her more than anything and she knows I am always there for her, no matter what!

So, today, my sister HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! May you have many, many more! I love you always!



Tuesday, July 1, 2008

All Growed Up!

This past weekend, I watched my son walk across the path as they called his name. The crowd cheered! They whooped! They hollered! They stomped their feet on the bleachers as he made his way across to accept his diploma. All of this for my son? Okay, reality check. I had married a Z name the first time around and my son was the last name called for his high school graduation. Although he had many friends, I accepted the cheering was mostly for the fact that that they had all finally graduated and it was time to pull out the waterguns, beach balls and mini swimming pools!!

I spent a wonderful time with my son as we went to Lake George and played miniature golf Around the World. It was fun to just hang out through the whirlwind weekend. My parents and sisters came in as well and we all got to swim and just have fun.

When it came time to take him back to his house, I think it all hit him that this was it. He was all grown up now. No more school. No more shuttling between states of mom and dad's houses anymore. The next step for him was entering the Air Force in the next few months. That whatever he does with his life now is his decisions. He will always have his parents to bounce off ideas and ask for advice, but now he makes the call.

The hug I got that night was tighter and longer than usual and when he pulled away he was crying. Something he hadn't done since he was very little when I had to drop him off at the airport and we said our goodbyes. I saw the transition from teenager to man and I know that my son is going to make it and he will be alright.