than just a lunch pail...
It signifies my baby is no longer my baby...
gone all day-5 days a week. . .
It is my place to sneak love notes to remind him that his mommy
misses and loves him lots.
I actually used to wish this day would come....
back in his three year old days when he was a pill....
HAH. Oh Contrar if I could just rewind time,
I would soak.it.in
I was talking to my boss yesterday
(I got a job...perhaps the reason for the lack of blogging)
his son is going on a 2 year long LDS mission...
No talking or seeing his son for
The conversation went like this:
Me: "Spencer started 1st grade yesterday. . . and I thought kindergarten was hard...."
Doc: "My oldest boy goes on his mission tomorrow."
Me: "Man, in 13 years I am going to say to you, 'And I thought 1st grade was hard.'"
And then it occurred to me, I would have a third grader.
Now, that seems old....
better yet, that makes ME seem old. . .
It is my flirt thirty birthday in 3 short weeks, perhaps I am old and I am in
Sometimes I wish I got to buy 2 lunch pails....and slip two love notes inside those pails....
If I could slip a note inside a lunch pail to James it would say something like,
"You are my sunshine when skies are grey. You will never know dear how much I love you."
But instead I have a missionary to write to, he was just called earlier than most and will serve WAY longer than most, and the method of mail delivery is a little different than the post office;-)
If I could tell Spencer one thing, it would be what my momma always said,
"I know you will be good, but be sweet."
You were once my baby boy,
then you were my little boy,
now you are my big boy
and one day will be my giant boy.
Just don't do that too fast.
My heart can hardly stand it.