The other day Lily told me that Owen was having his fifth grade graduation today and it was going to be a drive-by graduation and we could come if we wanted to but not to stress out about and I thought, Oh boy, drive-by graduation? Really?
Plus I'd have to get up a little earlier and it would fuck with my morning routines which is just about impossible for me to deal with these days but god, you know? Owen. My Owen.
So we did get up a little earlier and I attended to the chickens and we got ourselves ready and drove over to Lily's so that we could ride in the car with her and Owen and Lauren. I had thought that we would drive by Owen at school, but no, Owen was to be in the car too, and we would drive by the entire school, all the classes outside by the fences, students, teachers, from Pre-K to fourth grade and by golly, it was just about the best graduation I ever went to. Each child got cheered for and recognized and there were bubbles and noise-makers and it was sincerely jolly and delightful.
The merriest of merry makers.
Magnolia June, waving at her big brother.
Cars were decorated with posters and balloons, kids were riding with their bodies half out of sun roofs, and it was absolutely wonderful. I was so glad we went. At the very end, there was someone taking graduation photos through the car window, and each child was announced over a loud-speaker, and each child got a yard sign proclaiming them a graduate of Chaires Elementary school and a folder with cool stuff in it.
Owen, being eleven years old, tried to keep it all cool and act like it was no big deal, no big deal at all but we could tell he was a little bit thrilled, at least.
And Lily cried.
When we got back to their house, we took a few pictures.
They will know, without a doubt, how much I love them.
August and I were talking before they left and I said, "You know what grandmothers are really the best at?"
"What?" he asked.
"Loving their grandchildren and letting them know that there is always someone who knows how amazing and wonderful they are and who always, always loved them."
And I believe that.
He has finally finished with the azalea trimming and Chinese Rice-Plant pulling. He had to use the four-wheeler to pull the largest of those. Trust me- we are not done with them. They will be back. I referred to the field of Crocosmia revealed by the pulling of that jungle a few days ago and it's even worse than I thought it would be.
That's going to be about a month-long job in this heat. I can only take being outside for a certain amount of time and then I'm done. Mr. Moon was soaked as thoroughly as if he'd been working outside in the rain for three hours and I do not know how he did it.
Hell, I just picked stuff in the garden and that twenty minutes about did me in.
No wonder we get tired now. No wonder our bodies feel worn out.
They really fucking are.