|Thursday night at Reedy High School|
- One or two more babies.
- Excellent small schools for our children.
- We would travel at least twice a year.
- Steve would continue to work hard and advance in his career as a health-care administrator.
- I would continue to work hard as a writer and editor, eventually becoming a stay-at-home mom who freelanced part time.
The rest, well, the rest is a reminder that we're not in control as much as we hope.
It's been an emotional week around here for all the usual reasons plus a few more.
- Cooper started high school.
- Katie started fifth grade.
- I started my third year of teaching.
- Cooper ran at his first-ever high school cross country meet.
- Cooper performed at a high school football game with his brand-new marching band.
- The sixth anniversary of Steve's death is just days away.
When we moved in to this house in August 2002, we trusted that the developer's plans would come true. Those plans included a nearby elementary school, middle school and high school.
Not all the developer's plans came to fruition. But those schools are all here.
The middle school opened Monday. It's directly at the end of our street. Katie will begin school there next year. She can walk to and from every day.
The high school opened Monday as well. It's less than a mile from our home. We can drive from our alleyway to the back parking lot in about two minutes. More importantly for this active family of three, Cooper can ride his bike or walk.
|Cooper, before the game|
We wore green and blue. We cheered and applauded with gusto.
I was cheering for children I've known almost their whole lives.
And I was cheering especially loud for the tallest kid in the marching band. I was thinking of his daddy, who would have been radiant with pride, who would have been telling me stories of his own marching band days, who would have been holding my hand as we basked in the joy of one of our dreams coming true.
I give thanks every single day that we chose this tiny lot on which to build our cozy home, that I found a new career that allows me a schedule to care for my children while also taking care of other people's children, that we're surrounded by dear friends, that we're in the middle of a community that nurtures families.
I give thanks for the dreams that come true.
|Marching Cooper (photo by Layne Smith)|