"Big days" are hard for me. I think it is my rebellious side telling me to be grumpy because I feel pressure to be happy. I don't like being forced into things. I have my own little silent protest going on by refusing to take any pictures. I realize I am pouting, but there are many events that I would simply rather not rank as "of great importance." Preschool graduations being one of them. It is usually on these "happy days", that I am at my saddest. I want to grab my kids and peel out, gravel spraying and not stop until I have found America's greatest unknown General Store, where we buy all the candy and temporary tattoos we want. Another day I guess. We walked it off later that afternoon with a baguette to a marsh. It was quiet and smelly. Just what we needed to balance out the morning of cheers and ice cream.
I got Fiona this book to celebrate the beginning of her summer. I hope its good. The paintings sure are beautiful.