The Preparation for School...

Tis the season for new backpacks, school supplies, new shoes and tax free shopping. I can't believe summer is over. It's over and I never had one. I also cannot believe my daughters are in 2nd grade and Kindergarten. When the hell did they grow up and when are they going to STOP?

Getting ready for a new school is a task that will leave you reeling with worry...will the girls make friends quickly? Will they get the best education they possibly can? Will I get used to the new rules and times (those of you that know me know that I am NEVER on time anywhere...no comment, Matt). But throw diabetes into the mix and it is a whole new set of worry. Will they keep an eye on Lily? Will they notice if she is low or if her pump quits working? Will they send her on her merry way to the nurse without a buddy? Are the doctor's orders correct? How long will it take to get our 504 in place and how the hell do you get it in place anyway? Arrrggghhh!!!

I tend to worry anyway but this is ridiculous! The girls had been at their private school for the last three years so starting school was like going home again. Now, we went from a school of 350 total to 980 total. Wow. Wow. Wow. BUT...they will do just fine. Lily is not the only diabetic (there is another 2nd grader and a 5th grader). Both of them make friends easily and never get in trouble so at least we have that.

I am going to end tonight by having a beer and doing something relaxing to get my mind off of the first day of school that is lurking around the corner! Today is a special day after all...

Today has been one year. One year since I left a comment on Facebook about back fat of all things. A comment that led to a friendship that led to a romance that led to a love like no other. A year of new beginnings. A year of building. Building something special that started with a solid foundation of friendship and respect. A respect that has been tested in the worst of ways at times. Our building has collapsed and been rebuilt...and now it is stronger than it ever was in the first place. It keeps us together and protected from miles and miles of distance, even in the worst of storms.


One year. 12 months. 365 days. We have grown and flourished into something pretty damn good and I hope we continue to weather the storms together. Happy Anniversary my love.

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