To say that it was a quiet weekend would be something of an understatement. Anna and the kids went down to Disney with a friend, and I was left to fend for myself in utter silence. In my defense, I had made plans to go fishing with a buddy, but his boat was in the shop, and he ended up going out of town. My solitude, therefore, was not completely of my own choosing—but I embraced it nonetheless.
Kemper starts school tomorrow—first grade—and to have seen him grow up just this summer has been amazing. Last year was a learning experience for all involved, and I am not naïve enough to think that the first few weeks of the new schoolyear will be without its ups and downs. Once he settles in, though, I am hopeful that this year will be even better than the last.
Nora begins a three day-a-week program soon, as well, and she blossomed in her “class” last year. She is social, but I am terribly curious to see what her new independent, sassy streak will mean to her previously demure behavior. As they say, history seldom remembers well-behaved women, so her cheekiness will likely serve her well. It is something that her brother and I can foster with great aplomb. I knew that she wouldn’t stay the sweet little cherub forever, and I am so enjoying her personality as it comes out more and more each day.
Life is good, and I look forward to seeing how much better it gets this year.