I know every parent feels this way, but I am really not sure where the time has gone. How is it that the little baby we waited for, met in Guatemala, and brought home on a snowy day in March is now about to be 10 years old and is almost done with 4th grade? It seems like it all happened so quickly. Those 9+ years are a series of snapshots, isolated memories and events that string together among our ordinary days.
Grace has been in the same school, with most of the same 75 students since kindergarten. After 5 years together...the day the entire 4th grade looks forward to - 4th grade farewell - a day-long celebration at a park. From the photos it looked like Woodstock or Lollapalooza with 4th graders playing games like tug-o-war, singing 'Sweet Caroline" at the top of their lungs, and throwing water balloons.
The 4th grade teachers (and some brave parent chaperones) cooked hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill for these hungry kids.
As you can see, the Class of 2025 photo frame was a big hit.
It seemed like a really fun (wet, muddy) day and a great way to add memories to an already memorable school year.