These last couple of weeks, I've purposely taken a break from the shitshow that is the world and, most importantly, our country.
I've made a point to sit back and enjoy my kids while I can. In 2 years, it will be the first time in 28 years that I won't have one of my babies under my roof.
We're moving Claire to Oxford this week (3 down, one to go), so of course, the last party is here tonight before all of these truly great kids move into their next stage of life. (It was early on decided that our kids would be quaranteaming and that the best place to do so was our house since they had all been gathering and hanging here since they were little)
I'm upstairs with Stella the Wannabe Party Animal and just loving listening to these kids who I love with all my heart. They're having so much fun. Yeah, there's drinking (I mean, their beer fridge is in my garage) but no drunkenness, per usual. The funniest thing they do**** that I absolutely love****is horrible, loud sing alongs to everything 80's. This crew of about 30 kids is a tight knit crew, many of them the kids of lifelong friends. We're going on 2nd and 3rd generation of ties.
They're all going off on new paths in the next couple of weeks. I pray for all of them that they find their way and remember their roots
*and remember that I have and will again whip their behinds, if necessary
Claire and her friends purposely decided to keep the party to their close friends tonight. I was fine with a big blowout, but they wanted to keep it just for them. I'll get up and make breakfast tomorrow morning. Happily.