School

It is amazing how fast time goes.  The kids started school today.  The summer flew by. We went to Lake Chelan, went to the river, camping, went to Oregon, went swimming, bought an air conditioner, drew a million pictures, played with our friends, watched way too much TV and used too many electronic devices.   We went to the lake, went shopping, learned a few things and had a good time together.  We felt like we did nothing and everything all at the same time.   We do the same thing over and over again and sometimes feel like we are living in a twilight zone.
I am frozen and have been unable to do anything about it.    I need to change some things.   We are looking forward for the change in our days I can't wait for school to start.  I can't want for to get things back in order.  I am excited for a schedule.   The kids are not that excited to get things back in order and the kids are not excited for a schedule.

I really love the first day of school.  I love seeing the excitement and I love seeing the kids just go and do something hard.  It is hard to go to school.  It is hard to show up, but they all do it anyway and they somehow always survive.  

Alysa is in 9th grade - HIGH SCHOOL.   Seriously.   Max is in 7th grade.  Ryan is in 5th grade and Lyla is in 1st grade.

The time I get to spend with my little people is running out and I am sad about it.  I just want to make sure that I am not wishing the time away.  I want to love each and every minute that comes.  I want to experience and love. I want to know that I did everything I could to keep the kids close to each other. I want to know that I was present and experiencing the day.   I want to know that I couldn't have really done anything different.  I want no regrets.  I want fun times and sad times and real.

As I took Ryan and Lyla to school, a picture was snapped of us by a person with a tag around his neck.  We could only assume it was the newspaper.   We walked away and went to the kids classes.  As I was walking out of Lyla's class, that guy who took my picture found me and asked me some questions and got a statement for a release of the pictures.  Ha.  I hope that I said the right thing.

As I walked back to my car, I could barely hold in the tears.  It is a first of the last of many things.  It is the first day of the last day that Ryan and Lyla will ever go to school together.  It is the first day of the last time we will ever do this day.

I went to work and realized that as of today, everything is different.  I will never again experience this day.

 

I love my pictures by the garage as you can see the lines behind them and their height differences.  Maybe I will make them go by the bushes next time.