Well, maybe these two.
The first day of school went well for both kids. Kat attended the first day of 7th grade at the new middle school in our district. We had a preview of the campus last week and it is beautiful. Kat was pleased to receive all the courses she had requested and was satisfied with the teachers for those classes. Except for one who shall remain nameless. She has a slight bias, though, as Burrito also had this teacher when he was at the other middle school and I think his opinion is clouding her opinion. Kat was also happy to report that she has friends and acquaintances in every class. Whew! Because we all know how important is to have your homies in class with you in order to receive a quality education! She was also pleased that her dance class was early in the day and not immediately after lunch like last year. Other contributing factors to the success of the day: She found all of her classrooms ("No problem!") and the lock on her locker worked just fine!
Burrito had a one day reprieve from early morning band practice on the first day. So, I dropped him off at the high school on my way to my coffee date with the girls in time to pick up his schedule and get to his first class of 10th grade. (I'm really not old enough to have a 10th grader, just in case you were wondering.) I am pleased to report that miracles are still occurring! Burrito's schedule was correct. He was thrilled with the instructors for his courses, as well. His big shock for the day? His world history class. It is a college level class that he will receive college credit for after he passes the final test at the end of the year. He had me look at the textbook multiple times while exclaiming things like, "Do you see how thick this is?" and "Look at how small the print is" and "There's hardly any pictures in here!"
Day number two started bright and early this morning since Burrito had to be at band. Actually, it was dark and early. And by early morning, I mean 6:30 AM. Also known as "o'dark-thirty." And, by 6:30 AM, I mean dressed, at the school, on the practice field, drum strapped on, ready to play at 6:30 AM.Our alarm goes off at 5:15 AM now, thank you very much!
In addition to coaching, Kat also has her own cheer practices. Competition season starts early this year, so practice had to start earlier, too. All this physical activity makes for one tired girl every night. So much so that we often find Kat asleep in random spots around the house... the chair in the living room, on the bed in the guest bedroom with the television turned on (we don't allow the kids to have televisions in their own room so they occasionally "sneak" into the guest bedroom to watch), and in the backseat of my vehicle en route to somewhere.
This past weekend, the drumline held their drum-a-thon to raise money specifically for their section, to mainly benefit their 
Me? Well, I'm the schedule keeper, lunch packer, laundry maid, chauffeur to them all. Welcome to my world!
After dating just a few weeks, I knew this was going to be something special. Bud must have thought so, too. After a fun day at the beach and a romantic dinner, he told me he loved me.
Less than one year later, we returned to my parents’ home to announce our engagement at a family Memorial Day picnic. We had grand plans of a Christmas wedding. You know, six months later. However, my family didn’t like the idea of traveling in winter weather from Ohio to Virginia. The following summer was suggested and promptly rejected. By me. So we set a new date - August 11th. Of that summer. Barely two months of planning time!
The day was beautiful and we were surrounded by our family and friends. I wore my mother’s wedding gown which had been beautifully preserved. The color had mellowed from a pure white to a soft ivory – the only sign that the dress wasn’t recently purchased from a wedding boutique!
So, here we are today - eighteen years, two kids, and several moves across the country later. Every once in a while I have to remind my mom-in-law that it’s all her fault. And, I’m glad! 
I love you, Bud! 
