I realized this morning that, if my math is correct (that is always in question), it is 18 years ago today that my grandmother passed away. The realization has me thinking back on my memories and relationship with her.
I love taking pictures of things that have been drenched in rain because water does such cool stuff when it forms drops. That said, I could really do without the 6+ inches of rain we’ve had over the last few days. I could absolutely do without the storms still coming that will be bringing more of the same over the next couple of days.
My Autumn Sedum is just beginning to tinge pink. The season change is coming. The quality isn’t the best as I was avoiding getting drenched, but I still thought it was pretty.
It occurred to me the other day that I’m getting close to the two year anniversary of when the life I was familiar with began to get ripped apart, and continued to do so through the fall, yet I am still raw and healing in places.
Always fun when the first day of summer is cold and rain drenched.
Today is one of those bittersweet moments of being a parent. A moment when you see your child in the middle of a transition from one part of their life to the next. Today, I watched BG graduate from 8th grade and I’m just overflowing with emotions. Mostly pride, because my girl is just amazing and I got to see proof that I’m not the only one that thinks so.
BG and I were in and out the front door the other night watching a storm roll in. After it started raining, we were standing just inside when she noticed an invader.