Okay, I get it. Nuff said.

My fifth grader graduated elementary school last night. I didn't cry. I'm cried out. He made me laugh a few times though. Seems like they had to create a power point slide of/about themselves to show as the audience was arriving and being seated. (Hi my name is _____ ______, my favorite school memory is ______ . And their fifth grade picture pasted in.) MY SON chose to be the clown. (Imagine that) His power point wasn't legible because his words and picture were gravitating all over the slide at warp speed Mr. Sulu. Made the audience chuckle. Yes, that's MY kid, who never takes life too seriously.

And then he told his father that he didn't need to dress up. So he graduated in his t-shirt and ripped/faded jeans. Classic. Even AFTER I told him that morning to make sure he dressed-up a little. For pulling one over on his father, I think he might be getting that long over due hair cut he so dreads. Let's just say his father wasn't happy. I could hear the buzz of the hair clippers as we walked out.

Then, after the ceremony, he brought his "class carnation" over to myself and my mother. Split it in half and gave me the flower end and my mother the stem. Yes, this is the child I have raised. Why am I smiling?

In other news, I'm officially living w/ SLJ as of last night!! I stopped at the store for a bottle of wine, then drove thru amish country on my way HOME. I passed a church sign that read "God is your refuge." I smiled. Yes, I saw it. Yes, I'm paying attention. (The sign read differently on my way thru this morning. Weird.)

Then thru amish country on my way HOME, I passed several horses in the pastures and a total of FIVE colts. I even got to see one of the colts run across the pasture as I drove by. I giggled like a little girl.

I may have lost a lot over the last year, but what I have gained is so much more valuable. It's all okay.