For the past month I have been working a nights & weekend job selling concessions at the city softball park. It's a really sweet gig. Lots of downtime and free snacks, plus the people are very nice. I am working ~50 hours a week right now between Small World and softball, which gets a little "Ah-I-am-always-working-I-just-want-a-na
We found out recently that Joe got into grad school at St. John's College in Santa Fe, so sometime shortly after our wedding we will be heading to New Mexico. I am so very proud of him and excited for us, but I have mixed emotions about leaving. More than anything, I will miss my job at the preschool. I love my bbs with all my heart. And even when they are older, reading books and tying their own shoes...they will still be my babies. It is a wonderful and bittersweet thing to be a preschool teacher, especially for toddlers. You help mold the tiniest humans. One of the first handful of words they learn to say is your name. They parrot you, your mannerisms and the songs you sing to them. You show them everything you know and love them as much as you can for an entire year, and then when springtime comes, they move on to the next age group. And they forget you, just a bit. They still know your face, they come when you call them to zip up a jacket or hand them a fallen toy. But they grow up. It's the most rewarding part, but it's also the hardest. PARENTS HOW DO YOU I DON'T EVEN.
I am going to be a bucket of emotions after Thursday, since I will miss these children so stinkin' much.
We'll always have Ring Around the Rosey. DO YOU LIKE MY COWBOY HAT?
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The last few weeks have revealed some tragedies in the lives of my friends. One of my best friends from junior high/high school's dad passed away last week after a sudden re-emergence of a very painful cancer. That has been an abrupt, heartbreaking, nostalgic, unreal experience. One of my best friends from college lost her mom this month after several years fighting a debilitating disease. I'm so sorry it happened, and sorry that I am too far away to bring her Oreos and hug her and try to understand Dr. Who while she watches it on her laptop.
I think back to the last big, huge thing I did, my college graduation, and it is funny to see the differences and similarities between the graduation and the wedding. The biggest difference is that for the graduation, all I had to do was show up and listen for my name. The wedding has been a from-the-ground-up experience. Both hold a sense of accomplishment, but it's hard to describe marriage tangibly as an accomplishment -- because I am certainly not of the opinion your life is incomplete without it, nor that it is for everybody and every relationship. For us, it's simply...an agreement. We were both lucky to love someone who loved in return, and we are both willing to protect that. But maybe that kind of realization is an accomplishment.