Grace graduates from kindergarten. I spend the graduation ceremony wiping away tears, and feel my heart crack a little at how grown up she all of a sudden appears.
Whit leaves the nursery school that I’ve been a parent at for five straight years. That’s bittersweet too: the first school experience that either of my children had, and that I had as a mother.
We have a happy weekend visit in Marion with Hilary and her family. The four cousins have a ball together.
Grace takes a Boston Coach from Laguardia to visit her godmother, an hour away, and then flies home two days later on the Delta Shuttle alone. Her independence makes me feel mostly proud and slightly sad
We enjoy a weekend in Marion with my godsister and her three children, celebrating Margot’s third birthday and the third generation of the Godfamily. Pirate hats and Mardi Gras beads abound.
On a weekend in New Hampshire, Grace and I ride Segways. And then we have a very rough night together.
The children start at their respective camps. Grace’s favorite thing about camp for sure is the lunch room. Very old-school high school cafeteria. Plastic trays and rotating meal of spaghetti, hamburgers, chicken nuggets, etc.
Just saw this photo on display in Marion and was moved by the joy, love, and camaraderie of these beautiful cousins. (Also was moved by a twinge of jealousy since I can’t get a picture anywhere as fabulous of my two!)
I am so enjoying your retrospective of 2009.