This morning at breakfast, J.P. reminded me it was his second to last full day of kindergarten. His first year of school, gone in a flash. Mind boggling. Although he tells me the school year has gone by quickly for him, I guarantee it hasn't gone by as quickly for him as it has for me. His first summer as a school aged child is upon us, which means it time for camps, camps and more camps.
Yesterday before I took Joe to play school at West End United Methodist Church, we watched an episode of "Super Why" on PBS. He's moved on, almost completely, from "Sid the Science Kid" (my all time favorite) and seems to be losing a bit of interest in "Curious George," previously a morning television staple of his. I had yet to watch "Super Why" with him, so when I did, it brought back vivid memories of watching "Super Why" with J.P. As Yogi Berra once said, it was "deja vu all over again." It makes me a little sad to see Joe moving on from "Sid the Science Kid" and "Curious George," only because it's a sign of how quickly he's changing and growing up. Having been through this with J.P., I know how fast things change and how powerless I am to stop it.
Then, of course, there's the inexorable march toward May 30, when we leave our Elliott Avenue house forever. We closed the sale of house on Friday, so technically we're not the owners anymore. I'm ignoring that salient fact, however, and trying to enjoy the last, lingering days we'll spend there. It's the end of an era, for sure, and the end of such an important and special time in my life.
As I walked up the street approaching the house last night, having just completed a 4 mile run, I was struck by how beautiful the tree - my favorite stately old maple tree - dominating the front y are is this spring. Thanks to all of the rain we've had this spring, the tree has exploded with large, green leaves. The house is almost completely hidden from the street by the low hanging branches of the tree, which we always liked. Strangely, it gives the house a secluded feel, especially at night.
It will be a banner fall for the Leaf Party - a party we're not going to be able to host at our Elliott Avenue house, after more than a decade of doing so. And that makes me sad, too.