and so it begins...

Today marks the beginning of my second senior year. The first being my very own high school senior year - 1987/88.  Yes, we were definitely "Great in '88!"  Back then, I couldn't even imagine being where I am today... watching my oldest begin his High School Senior Year.  Serious gasp.

There's more. My baby started middle school today.  The years of class parties, field days, box top collecting, butterfly releases, and recess are now gone. Gone. Be still my heart.

How does this happen?  How are they babies one day and high school seniors the next?  Does life REALLY have to fly by at the speed of light?  Those who have gone before me know what I mean when I say it's bittersweet.  He's ready - both of them are ready.  All of them, actually.  That would make FOUR who are ready - to be a senior, a sophomore, an eighth grader and [sigh] a sixth grader. Oh, they're definitely ready - I'm not so sure I am, though.


And so it begins... my second senior year.  This time I'll watch from the sidelines as my amazing son takes the spotlight.  I cannot wait to see it all unfold because I know... I know how utterly awesome it will be.  How he will love every minute.  How he will cherish each outing with friends. How he will finally take the field as a senior and carry that ball with his head held high like he is floating on air.  How he will cry when that last game ends. How he will dance the night away at the Homecoming Dance and Prom.  How he will love... and laugh... and talk... and listen.

This journal is for me - to remember every great and wonderful moment.  This journal is for him - to remember how very much I love him.

And so... it begins.