June 1

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would be 68. We miss him. Over the past 8 years we have marked it by having dinner with friends, sending off balloons to heaven, or getting Dairy Queen treats. 

I always remember fondly the birthday we spent with him when Callie was a tiny toddler. We ate on the T&C patio and he took the wiggly Callie around the putting green as we waited for our meal.

This year, June 1st is a crazy day in our household. It’s the girls’ last day of school. 

Callie’s finished her 7th grade year.

She had a few friends over to celebrate the start of summer. We made pizza. They ate snacks in our basement and watched weird TV shows. I wasn’t allowed to take pictures of them, so here’s a pile of teenage girl shoes.

Maya’s finished her 4th grade year.

Chris said she was crying as she got off the bus. She had such a good year, with a wonderful teacher and good friends. She was sad, but agreed that she was excited for summer too.

So…to cheer up and celebrate Bops, she and I met Boom at Dairy Queen after dinner.

On to a new season (for them) and one more week of chaos (for me).

And happy birthday, Dad. We love and miss you.