I don't remember exactly how it came up the other night, but Ferny and I were sitting in the living room and it occurred to me that he has a high school reunion coming up. I didn't really think much of it until I did the math. He graduated in 1995 and it's almost 2015 so that's, um...20 years!?! When did we get so old? Granted, he is 6 years older than I am, it was still surprising to realize how fast life is flying by and the changes that have come with it. I look back to who I was 10 years ago, and I would swear it wasn't even the same person.
Another realization of this fact is Sadie starting kindergarten. She is about a month into it and has been doing very well. Ever since I can remember, she has adjusted to new things very quickly and luckily this has been no exception. She has made a bunch of little friends, had a little bit of kindergarten drama, and has learned so much already. The only bummer is she has been pretty much constantly sick ever since the first week of school. It's obvious that when a bunch of little ones go back to school any germs present will spread like wildfire, but this has been just ridiculous. It makes me want to keep her home and do home school. Or, maybe just invest in a big plastic bubble. Kidding.
On a brighter note, she has been preparing for her next karate tournament. Since our move in July, we transferred her to the Woodbury Ultimate Martial Arts school and she loves her new instructors. The routine they are rehearsing is going to be tough as they are incorporating 3 different weapons. Having a half dozen 5 year olds running around with swords and nunchucks seems like recipe for disaster, but I'm sure it will turn out great or on the news, one of the two.
This past week feels like it has been the longest/shortest week ever. It started out not so great because I feel as though I backed myself into a corner and let someone down. I didn't trust in something that I should have and made a really stupid mistake; it was fixable, but still stupid. It's truly amazing how much can change after a good, long conversation with someone who cares. More often than not, I tend to keep things to myself even though I know expressing them is the better route to take. Things that I should talk out, I sometimes ignore or suppress and it gets me no where. I am getting better at it (kind of), but still have my moments. I just hate problems/drama/or anything related to ruffling of feathers or rocking the boat. I have always felt as though if I bring up something that could (in my eyes) be fixed or corrected, it's looked at as "oh great, what is she bit**ing about now." There are a handful of things in life that I take great pride in, and when my pride is jeopardized, it's sometimes hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Needless to say, the light has shone through as it always does, but it could have went a much different way. So, I'll end this extremely vague paragraph by stating that I'm just grateful. Things always fall into place the way that they are meant to be, and I know I am where I am meant to be.
The week ended very well though. Ferny and I scored some great seats for Garth Brooks! Not sure how we got so lucky, but we did. Garth has been on my musical bucket list since 1998, so I am super excited to belt out the lyrics to 'Friends In Low Places' with him from the 3rd row in November!
Last weekend, we took the kiddos to the Renaissance Festival. Here are few of the memories:
Until we meet again.
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