Peaches and Daisies

Did you know that on your first day of first grade, you probably didn't know how to open your milk carton at lunch? You probably didn't know that you had a time limit to eat said lunch. You also probably didn't know that when the bell rang at the end of the day, you could just leave! Let me tell you, we are learning in first grade. At least I am! And I hope those little ones are too.

It's a whirlwind around here. Ross started school yesterday, and he sure was not as excited as Tanner on his first day of preschool. I wish I had that kid's enthusiasm for school...I cried every year before the first day of school. Would you believe that the year I actually had to TEACH school and do way more work, has been the only year of my life that I have not cried? Imagine that. Call me a late bloomer. Or more accurately call it a huge blessing.

Ross spent last week working and fishing, soaking up every last bit of summer that he could. He said good-bye to Vocal Point, and I cried through his whole final concert, tears for the end and because it all happened.  What an amazing thing that was. And still is. I can't wait to tell our kids about his Vocal Point days. 

A few little things have been keeping life exciting...

1. A quick stop over at the Utah County Fair after working in my classroom....Ross' first funnel cake. Tiny tomato awards. Uncontrollable sneezing. We snuck in to the last 30 minutes of a demolition derby, and then I had a heart attack. YOU GUYS. Why on earth would you purposely get in a car accident?! I was a complete mess just watching 30 minutes of it! Ross noted that I was the only one reacting negatively to the whole thing. But seriously, am I the crazy one here?!

2. Peaches. We canned them. 23/24 going on 70.

3. Friends. Say what you will about Provo, but you can't beat living 10 seconds away from some of your best friends. 

4. Flowers on a Monday. Surprise delivery to my classroom from the world's greatest husband.

5. 6:00 PM ish. Best part of the day. We live for it.

Peaches, flowers, and evening reunions...our little things.