It was when I came up to hug my daughter and her friends to tell them how proud of them I was, I started to cry. It was then that it really hit me.. it was our last day and we were done with the elementary school that has been part of our lives for 8 years. A good friend, who was my son's parapro in 1st and 2nd saw me at that time, and asked me if I was okay. I assured her I was, it was just at that moment, I was a bit overwhelmed. After a few minutes, I was okay again, and it was time to enjoy the last 45 mins of school.
Even though I was at the school, Kara said she wanted to ride the bus home with her friends. Her older brother who transfers buses at her school, not so much. I drive him home, and then we waited for Kara at the bus stop. Here my brand new 5th grader is getting of the bus.. (sniff!)
A good friend of mine has a house on a lake. She invited us over for an impromtu end of the school year cookout. We ate lunch of grilled hotdogs, potato salad, baked beans, and watermelon. Yum!!
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