Taylor's Kindergarten Graduation

After working my rear end off last night to P90X's most extreme workout (according to the man running all the workouts), I got up this morning in a lot of pain in my legs trying hard to get ready for Taylor Bug's last day in Kindergarten. I was in such a rush all the way there due to my consistency of being late here lately, that I forgot to stop and "smell the roses". I ran into the gym where there were no seats open and my Dad had sat at the very top in the very middle of the bleechers. Crawling over all of those people didn't really seem appealing at that moment and they all had cameras of different shapes and sizes that I would have blocked until I reached that seat. So I decided to remain on the floor even though there were no chairs and besides that, the very thought of climbing any stairs was so horrible due to soreness that I just said to heck with it. She never saw me during the program but when the children were leaving she noticed me and was a little perplexed at seeing me, dressed in scrubs, in her school. We went to her classroom for the delivery of all the little diplomas and the special awards that were given afterwards. She was named "Most Imaginative" in her entire class and this didn't shock one of us. Her teacher, who was very bubbly and warm, became emotional during the process which at the moment made me stop and realize that Taylor is growing up and she didn't even ask if it was okay with me or the rest of us. All the way to work I kept thinking about the video that was presented with pictures of their time in Mrs. Jamie's classroom, the friendships that she had developed, and all the things that she learned during just one little school year. It startled me when I came to the conclusion that she now is her own little spirit that isn't as in need of us to guide her or shape her because she will now and forever have others in her life to help her with that. I was so proud for and of her this morning but its hard not to be a tiny bit melancholy at the fact that she won't be my little baby sister forever. I'm sure that parents everywhere know exactly the feeling I am talking about. So all the way to Cordova, I remembered the first time I saw and held her, the smile she gave me (I could always get a smile not matter what), the first steps she took, the first real bo-bo, the first time she called just to talk to me, and many more times that are precious to me. I just can't believe how fast that the time flies and I was always told that the older I get that I would understand that more and more. The feelings sound silly and I don't like them but they are real. She is my little Taylor Bug and I love her lots! There were funny stories told and then we all left to get back to our real lives. Now I am back at work catching up on paper work wishing I was outside in the sunshine.
Oh, I almost forgot, My uncle Cliff had Triple Bypass surgery today and has come through without complications or any trouble at all. Hallelujah! I know he was very nervous and scared about the procedure as were the rest of us. I just got the text from Dee Dee saying that he made it and that all was well.
Until next time, kiss all your little ones and let them be little while it lasts.....