So yeah, there have been moments over these first weeks of summer (amidst the application prepping, transcript requesting, letter of recommendation gathering, scholarship paperwork completing, score sending, and day dreaming about the future that's become the hum of our days) when I felt like a good cry would make it all better. But I've held tough. Until today.  

It's hard to believe the great college tour of July 2017 is history, yet there's something about seeing it in print, the memories filed neatly amongst the pages that chronicle the kiddos' life this past year, that makes the reality of it all impossible to push away.  

We have a few more visits to make this summer and while I'm looking forward to our next road trip, and to making new memories, I've also decided it's time to stock up on Kleenex. #WHSSen19rs

Frontloaded...

Seniors--Morse, June 2018

When the kiddo came to us with his junior schedule, the hubster and I weren’t a hundred percent on board with the workload he planned to tackle. When he added a couple of online classes to that load the last trimester of the school year, the hubster and I had a full conversation in glances and raised eyebrows. And while I never doubted the kiddo, I did question the load. Truth is, given what I know about my son, I guess I should’ve known better. 

“It was all part of the plan,” he offered from his perch in the bow of our boat this past weekend, flashing me that thousand watt smile while I stared back at myself in his mirrored sunglasses. “I frontloaded summer.” And that he did. Junior year is in the books and I'll always look back on the growth he gained and the achievements he earned with a grin.  It was an amazing ride.

So here we are... We have no real schedule to keep this summer other than a few planned excursions. We have no deadlines to note, no testing center hours to memorize, and no study guides to label, which means that for the first time in my life I’m not running a daily checklist where he’s concerned. And it means he has a chance to breathe for a moment, a chance to stare at the stars a bit if he chooses, and a chance to be a kiddo for just a while longer.