I'm looking through a picture frame...
I'm up way too early. Last night my son, 17 (18 tomorrow!) had his final choral concert of his High School career. I'm no fool. I brought a huge handful of tissues. The final song involved all fifteen seniors taking the stage and singing "Raise Me Up." They called the parents to the stage and our kids handed us flowers half-way through the song. He did great. I did too - I didn't completely lose it until I climbed into bed.
I'm nervous about the marathon tomorrow. The longest I have ever run is thirteen miles, and hell, to call that a run is being generous. It was more of a shuffle accented with heavy breathing. I know my son will do great. I hope we pull each other across the miles. Actually, now that I type those words I know we will. That's all we've ever done.
I'm listening to Roxy Music this morning. I feel 17, too.
And hey! Scroll down and vote in that crazy recipe contest. I'll tally up the votes Monday, and then schedule an evening with Ulak and his mom for the big cook-off.
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