Edit- Thursday night was Senior Night for the volleyball team. The tradition is for the senior’s parents to escort their daughter out onto the floor where she is greeted by the principal, her coach, and the rest of the team. Last year, just as DH and I were about to step out onto the floor with S, I had this keen awareness that we were standing at the top of a sliding board, and that graduation was at the bottom- and out we stepped. It seemed like only weeks later that we were watching her accept her diploma. That said, this walk across that floor was all the more bittersweet for us as we stood and seemed to push K and then slid in behind her for the ride. This year I know enough to really pay attention to these days, these moments. This morning in church K had been asked to share about someone who has taught her something, and she chose to talk about me. It was as precious as a moment could be. She was gracious enough to not mention any of the horrible things I’ve taught her! I have wanted for years to have these words painted on one of my walls- “The days are long but the years are short. “ May I be fully present for these days.
Add- We popped corn over the fire bowl tonight! That’s going to be added into a regular rotation! Brought back memories of having popped corn in the fireplace growing up, and over campfires.
Appreciate- Today was World Communion Sunday and it was such great joy to hear stories from folks in my church family about special communion services they have been a part of all around the world, and for different members to bring to the table some memento from that time. I appreciated the visible reminders of hands held around the world.