There were some smiles, a few frowns.
There were lots of people staring.
The sun was hot, and glaring.
It was the last day of school, promotion.
From Sixth Grade to Seventh, The notion
of which had you scared, confused,
You don't know what to do now.
Its summer, time to play now.
For in the fall you start
On a new adventure far apart
from the one that led you more than halfway there.
Dad is very proud of you, Evan.
You're more than halfway to being an adult. You have a mind of your own that loves to learn, a passion for building things, and a heart that would give away everything he had if someone else would benefit. Your mom and I are blessed that you are our son.
There are no more baby wipes left in the hall closet. There are no more left in the cabinet under the sink. You haven't needed them in years. This blog was started to share stories of raising you, and now you're old enough to read them and understand their true meaning. My work here is finished.