I love the holidays. I'm one of those people who has the Christmas tree up by Veteran's Day (much to John's dismay). But, with all due respect, this is the most wonderful time of the year. In two days, we will be out of school for the summer. The pool is open, the birds are singing, the grass is green...OK, so part of my grass is green. John got a little trigger happy with the Roundup and killed big chunks of it. I've threatened to spray paint the dead patches so they blend in, but I digress.
As excited as I am about our pending freedom, I have to say that this has been a wonderful school year. I wish every child had the opportunity to have teachers like we have at Jack's school. I can't possibly say enough about them. I believe people are called to certain professions. For example, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God called me to be a mom. Well, the teachers that we are blessed with at Jack's school are most definitely called to be teachers. The passion they have for teaching and the love they have for our children is evident every single day. I am constantly in awe of them and I thank God for allowing my child to be influenced and taught by these amazing educators. They have one of the most important jobs out there and they do it beautifully. Jack enjoys going to school and I enjoy being there as a volunteer. As I told a group of parents of prospective students last week, it's just a happy place to be.
When we go back to school in August, Jack will be a 2nd grader, Katie will be a senior, and I will be just a couple of months away from welcoming my first grandchild. There are lots of changes ahead for our family. When I think about it too much I start crying. So for the moment I think I'll just enjoy the summer and having my kiddos at home. Now if I can just figure out where to hide the Roundup...
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