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And then there was one.
I only have one school bus-eligible child left. Not that she’ll actually TAKE the school bus, mind you. She’ll perform her heart out on a stage in front of hundreds of people, but ascend the steps of vehicle at the end of the street and walk down an aisle while facing a handful of her neighborhood peers…? NEVER. Without a big brother to chauffeur her, I have returned to the role of reluctant Juber. (if you know, you know). But truly, I cherish the early morning hugs and chatting.
Bailey is in tenth grade. A sophomore! She has settled into the extreme love/hate relationship that I remember having with school. But through the academic demands, social stress, and over-the-top extracurricular schedule, my girl just always seems to thrive. I am looking forward to year of celebrating triumphs, wiping the occasional tears, and suppressing many inevitable eye-rolls. (those will be mutual, I’m sure.)
I love you, my beautifully blooming Bailey. Keep growing wild and free..jpg)
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No, Parker absolutely did NOT get up in the morning to see Bailey off to school. These were evening photos.
You know better.