On Tuesday, January 25th the moment came for the center of my life for many years to say thanks to me (and Dave and Chad and Tana). It really isn’t a big deal for the kids when Parents’ Night roles around, but this year for me I was a bit nervous how I would react. In my mind, I knew I was going out there for the last time for a long time. The girls will have many years of fun and growing before we are on the playing court for Parents’ Night. One thing helped me a great deal, this night was not happening on the same night as ‘the last time he plays’ on the home court. I know for certain that helped a ton.
I don’t really have a great deal to say about the night. I did my job as a Pep Club person and handed out our pins saying we are proud parents. I took pictures for the Lemmon newspaper, and I maintained my composure during the ‘ceremony’. My flower is still on the counter and alive.
I know time goes by and our babies grow up, but this year is going way to fast. I knew it would. People have told me it would. I need to cherish each memory and am glad that I have this blog as a means to chronicle things I would otherswise let slide by.