Well, we made it through our first year of school with our first child. Her school held a precious kindergarten graduation ceremony. It was one of those events that I could have cried ugly cry through, but instead I wrangled my one year old and four year old and tried to take pictures with my camera and my phone. Plus, there were about 100 people in a small hot room. Who has time for tears?
She was so proud of her diploma too. Little did they know that the little boys in the background were up to no good.
After the ceremony each graduate was given a balloon to release as a symbol of them moving forward. Now you can call me a sentimental old fool, but do you remember her red star balloon that she lost all those years ago? Of all the colors of balloons they had she got red!
Shiny red star balloons are made for floating up. That is what I told her when she was two. I would tell her now that I love that she got the red balloon that is dong some kind of happy dance in the sky.
I love that her balloon is the red shiny one to the right of the picture and that it is taking a path all on it's own. There is just poetic symbolism all over that!
I hope that she always goes her own way. I hope that she is not afraid to be the one and only Liberty Rose that God created her to be.
Milestones. They keep rolling in and I keep acting surprised that she's not still in my arms.
Here she is, all grown and finished kindergarten.
She's my favorite Libby in the whole world.
Precious girl.
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