Layton is somewhere in there
Dear Children, this is your last day of school and your last day at this school. I am sorry for moving you around so much this has been a great school. Dear Dad, I talk to you more now than ever and you listen to me. I love being able to see you everyday. You have been so kind and thoughtful towards me and my children. I treasure our relationship. Thank you for loving me. Dear Bird, out side my window. I don't know what you are thinking trying to be nocturnal, but you have been singing at the top of your lungs ALL night long EVERY night for weeks now. It really has become a problem for me. Dear Sadness, you still manage to creep in on me. I hate crushing feelings. I want to be happy. Dear Back/Knee, I am thinking that my knee and my back going out might have something to do with having to carry Avary down the stairs MANY times a day and to and from church on my back. Hopefully only a week and a half left of these casts. Dear Hottness, I believe it has only just begun. Hazel told me that her flip flops were melted when we took Avary to school. That long gravel drive way can be a killer. Dear Avary, you won so many awards at your kindergarten graduation, it was so cute. I bet you are the only kid to ever be the only one to win the Presidential Physical Fitness Award in two casts! You amaze me. Dear Layton, my second nephew to graduate high school. I am super proud of you. That doesn't make me old does it? Dear Thursday, you were one of the longest days. Four of those hours were spent at the kids school. Dear Hailey, I had to laugh when we drove by a cemetery/graveyard and Hazel asked what it was and I said that's were they bury people who die. And you said "oh...now I get why they are always talking about going to cemetery in church" Ha. ??? Then there was me explaining what seminary is and making sure she understood it is not spent in the grave yard. You said"oh I wondered how you were supposed to graduate". No, lets not graduate to the cemetery just yet. Dear Last Day Of School, I feel like the year just flew by and a part of me is sad. I wonder how long until all the arguing starts. Dear Self, go to bed earlier.
