Monday, August 30, 2010
For Her the Alarm Clangs
Abigail, 1st Grade: I got my fancy lunchbox and my dog. I'm ready.
Abigail, 2nd Grade: I refuse to cut my hair or wear a new sweatshirt, but Dad is still cool.
Abigail, 3rd Grade: Check out the high tops. I'm a fashion QUEEN. Recognize!
Abigail, 4th Grade: Please stop taking pictures before the bus is here.
I have exciting new tadpole pictures, (an embarassing amount, reallly) but the day belongs to Abby. As with every year, the hours grow long without her and the quiet is both relaxing and terrifying. It is both new and old hat now, invigorating and commonplace, relished and yet lonely. My long days of come-what-may are over and our lives are run by the school's schedule, broken by the claxon bells of Abby's new alarm clock.