Closing was scheduled for last Friday, then maybe this Friday (today), and now Tuesday. Today was the kids’ last day at school. So crazy. I was making lunches, all was well, then Max came in from somewhere crying. His last day at school. John and I went to community circle, and when Max’s class walked in, he was crying. He hugged his teacher.
The classes sang them a song to say goodbye. Max gave us each a hug on his way out.
Now they’re home, about to go to bed, each has a friend over. We had an early birthday cake for Max. I think he liked it. He got a good “surprise” yell from the girls.
We leave our home in three days. The well wishes we’ve received summon mythical tales of years-long journeys of discovery and exploration.
I look at the kids here. Imagine me at that age/those ages. What would I have thought? Then imagine them growing up. Will they talk to each other? Know each other?