Dear boys-
Every night this summer I have dropped into bed exhausted and remembering all the many events of the day- trips to the pool, swimming lessons, my work at Rainbow Acres, reading books with you, playing in the backyard, grandparent visits, watching movies, staying up late, being silly, going on dates with you, and watching you ride your "vehicles" out on the driveway. It's been a great and busy summertime. Last night was back to school night. Part of it was exciting as we waved around the room to Gretchen, and Gracie, sat next to Max and Devon, saw Miss Margaret-- everywhere we looked, there were people that we know and that are happy to know us-- not bad for living here for one year. Sitting right up front at our church and both of you acting like it is really your place- made me very happy. Because I pray it is your place. I pray you will feel strong in God's house-- strong enough to always work on it. Then we shuffled with all the other families to see the classrooms and meet teachers. You were both absolutely horrible and disobedient- climbing and running all over. Making me look like a mom with no control. That made me sad, but I have to remind myself that you are 5 and 3 and were overjoyed about the adventure that lies ahead.
Tonight I got your school supplies ready that I had carefully purchased with each of you separately. We had so much fun- I would say, "okay... yellow pencils!" and you would look high and low trying to locate the item.
Jack- we got you the most awesome looking backpack ever-- looking just like R2D2 (lights and sound and everything) and it had a defect rip in it. We could not find a replacement at 5 Target stores, so I had a coworker at Rainbow sew the part that was ripped. I thought I was doing awesome, then tonight realize-- the night before your big day-- that your backpack has another rip in it and you have three days of school before we are going to Phoenix and can return and replace it with something else. I had a classic mama meltdown (poor daddy) because I just want your first day to be perfect. I want you to stride into kindergarten proud that you have a backpack that is cool to show your friends. Backpacks really don't matter in life AT ALL-- but in kindergarten it feels like they do. So, right now you are both sweetly asleep and I am aware that when you wake up tomorrow, we have to tell you that you can't take the backpack to school tomorrow or for the first week of school. :(
On to more positive things, tonight at dinner, you Jack made the declaration, " I'm actually gonna go to high school so that I can learn how to do the hospital." And Charlie- you smile every time we say Mrs. Johnson and I caught you saying to yourself, "I'm dunna be at stool wiff my bat pat and it's dunna be tool!"
You are both at a season where you are extremely snuggly and sweet, whenever you are not busy disobeying or not hearing me.
This summer we also celebrated Uncle Jeff and Stephanie getting engaged with a party and we slept in a tent in the wilderness by Aunt Stephanie's parents cabin-- fun! You both had an amazing week at Gramma Camp with Gramma and Papa-- coming home with souvenirs of an amazing week and pictures and looking so much bigger than a week before.
We also had a vacation to California including the ocean, Noni and Popi, Disneyland, the Southworths, Casa de Amma and a visit to Great Grandpa Fred in Camarillo. You were really great on that trip.
I know this is not an excuse, but I have spent a lot of time this summer in front of a computer for work AND spent a lot of time adoring and kissing your faces. This has resulted in not having gas in the tank for typing late at night like I'm doing now. But tomorrow is special and I want you to know some day, that I was so excited tonight for both of you that I have butterflies in MY tummy for you.
I love you, as always and tonight we prayed in your room where you slept that God would bless this school year, keep you safe and help you learn a lot. I pray that you would have the courage to educate yourself your whole life. To never stop learning, so that you can keep on seeing the limitless God who made it ALL.
I love you W's.
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