Another farewell every day

 

Isn't it amazing that virtual (just about) strangers voluntarily agree to get up at the crack of 0 dark thirty to teach other people's children about faith and scripture and life and eternity? Yes. Yes, it is. Almost as amazing as a group of teenagers voluntarily arising at the same hour and groggily making their way to church for a daily 6 a.m. class. On Sunday Lauren celebrated four years of this routine, graduating from our church's youth seminary program. Thank you to her teachers, past and present. You've made all the difference.

And here again, another farewell. Another landmark passed. Another lump in my throat. 

Actually, to be absolutely honest, I'm still in denial but this week--with all its "last this" and "last thats"--is working overtime to get me out of denial and into hysterical meltdown mode. I'm a little nervous...it's not going to be pretty once it hits. This episode of Modern Family hits a little too close to home.

There she goes again

 

Off to a neighboring school's senior prom with her great friend Ian. Dress is a lucky find, a 50s formal from a vintage store and the little topper is from Macy's. Hair inspired by this look. 

p.s. It's a hot (92 degree!) muggy day, really quite sweltering in our un-airconditioned house. Whew. Crazy weather. This might call for the first ice cream dinner of the season.

Update on Sunday, May 29, 2011 by Anne

Edited to add some photos taken by Ian's dad (thanks, Jeff) since I wasn't at the photo meet-up. Sounds like a it was a fun night!

Liner notes to growing up: 1

Exactly three months from today Lauren starts college. I just did a little heart skipping gasp there as I wrote that. Do you know what you do when you have three months left to impart what little wisdom about the world you've acquired? You panic a little. You wonder if you've done enough. 

Recently I realized that Miss L actually reads this blog now and then (hi Laurengirl!) and so I thought I'd direct a few entries (maybe weekly on Wednesdays?) to my kids concerning my take on how to be a gracious, awesome grown-up (both trivial bits and major advice). 

I'm calling this liner notes because, back in the day, I pored over the liner notes of my cds, curious to find the story behind the music. That's what I hope this will be: the story behind the music of growing up and setting off on your own. 

 1. Thank you notes really are essential.  Don't cash the check, use the gift, or read the book until you've written a note, a real envelope-and-paper, stamped, delivered note. (Also send one the day after being invited to dinner or a party.) It doesn't have to be long. It can just say "thank you so much." But thank you notes are non-negotiable: it lets the giver know you got it, that you appreciate it, and it increases the chances that you'll be invited back or given something again. Trust me on this one.

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Feel free to chime in with your endorsement of whatever you agree with...you know how kids are more likely to believe something when it comes from a non-parental authority! 

p.s. Inspired by 1001 rules for my unborn son and other awesome such sites.

MormProm

Last weekend was the Stake Prom in these parts. Lauren went with a friend and had a grand time.

Hooray for rewearing last year's dress (although she fretted over its poofiness). Recycling!

I love seeing all the different dresses that reflect each girl's style and personality:

Greg and I were spies chaperones (which Lauren graciously endorsed). We can report that a good time was had by all. What a great group of kids.

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On another topic altogether, it's my turn over at Segullah today. I'm telling the Birthday Lady story and musing about something my mom first told me about: Fifth Business. Come on over.

List of five: How we roll today

1. It snowed. Happy April Fools Day, New England style!

2. Unfortunately, this car is not how we roll today.

Lauren and Maddy got into a fender bender last night, where they were the middle of a three-car cruncher. Luckily, everyone was okay other than being a little shaken. (They complained of some achiness this morning so we asked the doctor to check out Maddy's headache and neck ache and Lauren's back ache. All is well.) But still scary.  Someone please come up with a bubble wrap enclosure for our teenagers. Okay, thanks.

3. G had to do a video teleconference from home this morning so we got him all set up.

The tower of board games to position the light was particularly delightful. Oh, yeah. That's how we roll.

4. School is hard work. Naps are how we roll on Friday afternoons.

Changing the world, one nap at a time.

5. Thank you for your paint suggestions! They definitely led me in the right direction and now I have a very nice reference folder for future projects. I settled on Moonshine for our bedroom, a soothing grey. This was my Moonshine inspiration, at Young House Love , where someone sent me but I can't remember who:

So far I love it. The faded wallpaper and quirky tree mural from the previous owner are gone, baby, gone! Um, yes, it took me three years from that wallpaper post to get to the bedroom paint makeover. And, yes, I STILL decided the paint color at the last minute. I'm coming to realize (and G has long known) that's just how I roll.

Happy weekend, one and all! I will be enjoying General Conference, attending a dear friend's daughter's bat mitvah, doing prom errands with Lauren, and cozying up for some family time.