Tough Morning

Today was the first day parents couldn't walk their kids to their classes. We now drop them off at the drop-off curb then the "Safety Patrol" escorts the kids to their classes. I cried today. Mother hen (Michelle's words :) ) wanted to walk her son to class to make sure he got there ok. It was hard to let him leave today. As we were pulling up, I told Vea that mommy (me) couldn't walk him to his class today. He said, "Why Mom? I want you to walk with me. I want to give you hugs and kisses and more hugs and kisses." My heart melted. I gave him lots of hugs and kisses, watched him as long as I could, drove off and started crying. Tough morning!!



I was looking at past posts and I came across this picture Michelle, Blake and the kids sent Vea wishing him a happy birthday last year. I couldn't resist re-posting this picture. These are our little kindergartners!! They are so grown up now. It seems like they should still be this little. Where has time gone? It's true when people tell you to hold on to these precious years because before we know it they will be graduating from high school. My heart is so full right now. I think I'm having an emotional morning. :) I just love these kiddos so much and can't believe how big they are. I thank my Heavenly Father for these emotions and for the love I have for my family. And for the love I feel from my family. You are all so special to me. I love you all!!!!!!

Savea's first day of Kindergarten

Well, it's official. Savea just started his first day of his next 13 years. WOW! He was so cute this morning. He was so excited to wear his backpack. At his school, parents are allowed to visit and eat lunch with their kids. I asked Savea if he wanted me to come and eat lunch with him today. His reply, "Nooooo MOOOOM (with a smirk on his face)." He is now a big boy who wants to eat with his friends. He doesn't need me to help him with his lunch (tear falling down face). Although, he still wanted to hold my hand as we were walking him to his class. It's hard giving them their independence. Like Michelle said in her post, the mother hen comes out and you don't want to let them go. You want to protect them always. I actually didn't cry today. I was surprised! I thought I would. My emotions came out when we met his teacher last week. I came home and broke down for pretty much the rest of the day. I was a mess. That was my rough day. I'll post what he thought of his first day after we pick him up.

I love Savea so much and I am so proud of him. He is truly our little miracle.

We let Savea pick out his outfit for his first day. Typical boy... he picked the shirt with a snake on it. I love it!! I would have picked out his handsome button down shirt, but the decision wasn't mine. :)
Backpack on and ready to go!
This is the hallway on his way to his classroom. We had to line up outside of his classroom and wait for his teacher to let us in. His teacher is Mrs. Hinsz.
Proud Momma!!

Savea sitting at his table (desk). He seems to have a good class. You can see Jenny and Savannah in the top right of this photo.
So grown up!
He looks a little worried in this picture. I think it finally hit him. :)
View from his building.

Cake Masterpiece!

This is the cake that Lara and I decided to conquer while she was here. We had so much fun looking for designs and attempting to be professionals. The only thing missing was Michelle and Mom helping us. Next time we are all together we will do one. We were so proud of this cake we couldn't cut into it. It sat on our counter for a good week and a half before it started looking pretty sad. I finally had to throw it away. We should have cut into Lara!!

This is Savea's masterpiece. I think he got more icing on him than on the cake. He had so much fun decorating his own cake.

First Day of School and Chickens

Morgan started kindergarten yesterday! She was so excited to go to Mrs. Skipper's class and had the best first day! She told us every little detail of the day and commented that she couldn't wait to go back. We are so happy for her that she had such a great experience.
Mom (meaning me) on the other hand felt like the largest hen in the coop, wanting to spread my feathers and gather my Morgan-chick back to the nest. I mean, it's been working so great the past 5 years, why alter a good thing? And by the way, how did the last 5 years pass like a flash? Don't you think that time should be slowed and extended for parents of young kids (at least during the happy, peaceful, tender mercy moments?)..but how would that little chick ever learn and grow if this mother hen kept her under her wing the rest of her life? Being a mom isn't for sissys...that's for sure.
That was one of the hardest bucket of tears I had to hold back (at least until I reached the privacy of my car)! How lucky we are to have a taste of such a Heavenly emotion-emotions that come from being a parent. How blessed we are to better learn about our relationship as a son or daughter through being a mom or dad. Especially our realtionship with Father in Heaven. I wrote an "I love you" note on Morgan's napkin yesterday and snuck it in her lunch (thanks for the tradition mom!)and she was so sweet she didn't want to even use it! Just like Morgan having a little "I love you" note that her Mom was thinking and loving and caring for her even though I wasn't where she could see me, it reminded me that our Father in Heaven sends us those same little "I love you's" every day. I got one today as I laid on my bed, Morgan on one side and Clayton on the other, fighting over who can squeeze me tighter. Another when Clayton colored a picture and gave it to me, or when he told me I was his true love. (I know, a direct result of him having to watch one too many princess movies with Morgan) Our "I love you napkins" are given to us everyday, I'm so grateful for these reminders of a Heavenly Home.
I counted the hours yesterday until I could pick her up, I couldn't get there fast enough. I was so excited to see how she did and give her the biggest hug ever...a reminder of another hug that will feel similiar-how thankful I am to be a mom.