
As I sat on the campus of a school I have cherished and loved, I recalled my dreams and aspirations of youth. The life of yesterday quickly returned and I was the girl I once was. I couldn't have imagined ten years ago, in my Blocker math class, that I would be sitting in the grass of academia breast feeding my child. Nor that the father, of the same 8:00 am fate, would be by my side disposing of a dirty diaper.
It just seems that the dreams of days gone by, and the reality of today, weren't what I had imagined. Yet it has been these surprises that have made my life more precious than I could have predicted.
I love this picture Matthew took as he was falling down. Laney was laughing at the cow my brother Landon got for her with an A&M T-shirt and the Blocker building is in the back. The picture says it all....




On my first visit to campus my Mother and I visited the Aggie Ring and learned about the tradition of receiving one. We took Laney and showed her the ring and maybe someday she will get one too. I won't force tradition on her though, she can decide where she wants to go.




In truth, this was the first visit back that I realized life has moved on. It was similar to the first time I returned to Madison Middle School and noticed the halls were tinier than I remembered. Or the first time that I went back to Cooper and it just didn't seem as important as it was when I was sixteen. Bittersweet nostalgia.
And Laney and her very own Grandmother laughing per the usual!!!! My Momma would kiss her feet and make her screech. It doesn't matter what my Mother does, Laney looks at her and just giggles!






She is still creeping and, well, trying to stand. They say some kids skip crawling and she seems to be trying to do that. She pulls up in the crib at daycare and onto things at home. She is busy and motivated but eek!
2 comments:
I'm so sad I missed that weekend! Looks like y'all had so much fun though! I love y'all and miss you so much!
Mason LOVES lemons too, even with ketchup :) I love her big smiles!
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