Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Again?

Well, it's here again...the dreaded last day of summer.  I get so sad it's down right pathetic.  I hate the thought of  9 months with no Amelia.  She's the life of the party around here and it's hard not to miss her.  I wanted to do something with her today (just the 2 girls).  So, we did what any 2 girls would do and headed straight to the mall.  I don't know exactly what I was expecting the trip to be like.  I mean, we've been to the mall a hundred times. But today, it was different.  She didn't hold my hand when we walked across the parking lot; she said she didn't need to anymore.  She didn't stop at the Disney store; she wanted Justice and Claires.  She picked out her new outfit; totally not what I would have chosen. She didn't even glance at the play area; she just whizzed right on by.  Sometime in the last year, she's grown up on me.  Amelia, your second grade letter......

Dear Amelia Rose,
      It's hard for me to believe you are starting 2nd grade tomorrow.  It seems like I just brought you home from the hospital.  Anyhoo, you are off to start another adventure.  You walked into orientation last week with so much confidence.  You actually spoke to Mrs. Hutchison and met your new teacher with a huge smile on your face. You ran to hug your friend, Claire....and then you two went off exploring.  It was so great to see you in that way.  You have really come out of your shell lately and I think your gymnastics has a lot to do with that.  You just seem more comfortable around people and that's such a good thing.  Some things, on the other hand, haven't changed...and I'm so thankful for that.  You still have a huge heart and still love playing with Maddox.  You love to do your school work perfectly and of course, you are still flipping all around the house.  You are kind to your friends and care about others.  You always try your very best and work hard in everything you do.  You still get excited over the smallest things and ice cream can fix even your worst day.  You are special little thing, Amelia.  I love you more and more everyday and am so excited to see what you do next.   Please remember while you are at school, Mom watches the clock, counting down the minutes until the house fills with the sweetest voice again.  Maddox misses you, Mama misses you and Daddy misses you.  Have a great year, sis!

Love you to pieces,
Mom

So as we were leaving the mall, Drew called and said Maddox was exhausted.  I caught myself trying to hurry home to help put him down for a nap.  And then, I got caught by that stupid red light at Alexandria and Harrodsburg.  I looked in the rear view mirror to see my girl.  She said, "Mom, turn  the radio up!"  Before I knew it, we were both singing and dancing to Blurred Lines (don't judge the song choice;)  People in the lanes beside us were watching and laughing and we didn't care one bit.  So, yes.  The trip to the mall was a little sad because it made me realize my baby is starting to become more independent.  But it was totally perfect, too.  I just hope I get to see that happy face I saw in rear view mirror today a million more times.


    

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