Dear Diary,
The other day I asked Alfie to teach me how to make a good, nutritious, delicious chicken and veggie recipe that I can make for the kids on school nights. Then, I realized that I have no more school nights. Ever. The tears are bubbling up as I write this. My kids are up and almost all the way out. I am so proud of them...and ME...but I am so very melancholy about the whole thing.
Evan Elisabeth graduated from Francis Parker Upper School on Saturday. It was an awesome ceremony. Thank goodness that her class only has 135 kids. I can't even imagine sitting through 800 names! I thought for sure that I was going to cry, but I didn't. In fact, I didn't see any parents crying. It really wasn't a crying event. It was happy and after we were so tired that we just chilled at Claudia's house, ate delicious food she made and then I went home to bed. I don't know when this empty nest thing is supposed to hit me. Maybe it already has.
Here are some photos from the big day!
So, Claudia, like I mentioned, had a little dinner for Ev at her house. She cooked the salmon and the tri-tip and I brought the cake. Of course, I didn't have the wherewithal to bake a cake the day before or even that morning, plus Ev requested Nothing Bundt Cakes. 50 dollars later I walked in with this beauty.
Gosh, it was so good!
Evan, I want you to know that I am so impressed and so inspired by you. You have handled yourself with grace, confidence, maturity, and humor during these most difficult of years. Not only did you have loads of homework, a show, rehearsals, club meetings, etc, but you also had to deal with some external issues that were out of your control. You are a warrior, Evan. You are a princess, You are a person who has the elusive "it" factor. Yes, I know, I'm your mom and I have to say that. Nope. You've got something and it'll take you far if you continue to handle yourself the way you have this past year. Fordham is not going to know what hit them when you set foot on campus in August. You deserve the best, most exhilarating freshman year ever. I'll never forget my freshman year. It was so incredible for many reasons. In fact, that's when I met your father and you wouldn't even be here if I didn't go to SDSU when I was 18. You have worked yourself to the bone and you should play and have fun these next few months. I love you, sweet lady. You astound me.
Next weekend, It's Charlie who graduates from the University of Oregon. My little baby boy. He's all grown up and he's ready for the world. I am beyond proud of him. I'll write a tribute to Charlie next week.
At least I have this guy in my life right now.
He's so friggin cute. And, guess what? He's my boyfriend now. Omg.
See you later, Diary.