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Zachary and I after his last day of middle school at Veritas

It's after midnight and I should be sleeping.  I'll wish tomorrow morning that I'd closed this laptop and chosen sleep instead, or that sleep would have chosen me.

I happened upon a picture of what-would-have-been Zachary's eighth grade class if we had stayed in KY. What a shock! In my mind's eye, I still see them as little first graders but the picture showed differently ...and then that wave of " homesickness" hit again. I felt a little like rabbit in Winnie-the-Pooh, "Why, oh why, oh why?"

Monday was Zachary's last day of eighth grade at Veritas. There are still times he misses KY too, but he told me Monday this was his best year yet. And through my tears, I smile.

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Valerie said…
This post makes me sad by the fact that this will be me in just a few short years. Brooklyn 'moves upstairs' next year and Brittan joins the school ranks...time flies by too swiftly!

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