End of School...always makes me sad.

The end of any school year always makes me sad.  Actually, the beginning of every school year makes me sad, too. Anything that involves the passage of time makes me sad.

I felt it a little when I was younger.  I remember reading the Thorn Birds, and being devastated by the passage of Meggie's life, and how once you live your life, you can't go back.   So, loving a priest may not be a great idea,  and having a baby with a man because it means you won't have that lifelong partner you might want to have when you are 60, and when you are 60, it is apparently hard to find a lifelong partner.

Once I had children,  the passage of time makes me even more sad.   Sad is a strong word, but that is how it feels, sometimes.    Every event is a small step away from their childhood.   Every last day of school is a step towards the ultimate last day of school for Lily...and me.   While I have another 10 years before Lily's last day of school,   I have already had one of those for Jack, and I will be having another for Anna next year..then Timmy, then Matthew.  That makes me sad.

These were taken on Monday, actually--they had to wear their Texas shirts to school to celebrate!!

                           Here are some photos of our last day of school:

                         On the way to the bus stop...Anna just stubbed her toe...can you tell?

     

                                                              The whole Bus stop crowd: