The First And The Last

At the beginning of the school year, they were here. Freshly clothed, ready and eager.

And today, they are now here. What a difference 9 months can make. They are freshly off the bus, wind blown, pajamas already on and ready for summer.

  

#2 came home with a migraine, #1 just finished her last moment of Junior High and #3 is just glad not to have any teachers around to get mad at her. 

 As for me, I am here:

Drowning myself in frosting. It's my own personal celebration that we all lived through another year.

Tomorrow morning, I won't have to harass anyone to hurry up and get their shoes on, or pack any lunches, or help someone finish homework they should have done the night before. Right now, it all sounds dreamy. But come tomorrow, I may just have a change of heart. Good thing there are still a few cupcakes left.