It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

The last two weeks of school. Anticipation in the air. Rush of last minute school work. For my family, also the knowledge that this is it. These memories ain't coming again.

Choir concerts with best friends...
In Santa Monica cruising Whole Foods with BFF Brett..
In the halls of beloved Bountiful High...
End of year swimming party for most of the 8th grade at the Huish house...
Dissection of frog who was rrripped away from his habitat...

Evening runs to Orange Leaf and Top Hat Video. Chocolate and strawberries=heaven...
Signing of yearbooks. Bountiful High boys are on a jersey-wearing kick right now...
Last day of school sleepovers in our tent in the backyard followed by my super gourmet (ok normal) big breakfast the next morning....
Oh yeah, graduation too. Almost forgot, almost slipped my mind that Spence graduated yesterday. He did? Oh, ho hum that's right.

I've decided that childhood is sweet and never to be recaptured. I love being a part of it. We will miss you Bountiful.