Spent the last week of the summer, also the first week of September, in Marion. I took Grace and Whit to Water Wizz, which has become an annual tradition. The weather had fall in it, which made the week bittersweet. I reflected on the summer.
My sister’s marvelous friend Launa began keeping a blog of her year in the South of France with her family. It’s beautiful. She wrote a post about friendship’s changing tides, ebbs and flows, which really made me think.
Whit begins “beginners” at the same school as Grace, who starts 1st grade. It is wonderful to have them at the same school, though the passage from a world with a child at nursery school, unsurprisingly, makes me melancholy.
Steve Jobs returns to Apple. And speaks out about the power and importance of organ donation.
I attended my first “curriculum night” at the kids’ school (for those of you keeping track, yes, this was the first time in three years – I know, A+ to me) and in between the running back and forth between classrooms (Matt was away) I find myself blown away by Grace’s writing and drawing in her journal in particular.
I also sent my kids to school on picture day with unwashed, unbrushed hair and old tee-shirts. I forgot about picture day, but wow was I reminded the minute we walked into the lobby. Another gold star.
I remembered a special friend that I’ve fallen out of touch with, and with whom I continue to hope to reconnect.
My knee finally recovers, and then I come down with swine flu.
I attend a Firestarter session with Danielle Laporte in New York, and meet Aidan from Ivy League Insecurities. Incidentally, both women exceed my (already sky-high) expectations!
I find Meg Casey’s words tremendously reassuring as I wonder why what feels like such massive internal shifts seem to be hidden between a status quo exterior.
I take the kids to see Madagascar II and Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (the latter is much better, I think)