Wednesday: Chinese Kindergarten Graduation (the kung-fu moves were awesome)....
Thursday: High school graduation - Summa Cum Laude
(I seriously couldn't be prouder if I tried!),Friday: 6th grade graduation (next up - JUNIOR HIGH people!),

Sunday: Boy #2 turning 16 - dating and driving (2 dates and counting...already).

It's funny. I don't remember getting old enough to have all these things happen. I still remember them when they were knee-high to a grasshopper.
All of a sudden son #1 will be leaving soon (77 more days to be exact.....) to serve a mission for our church. So happy for him, and yet there's a part of me that's mourning the change in dynamic of our home. Don't get me wrong - there's no where I'd rather him be. Just realizing that it will be different around here. A friend said it profoundly that when your children leave home it's a "happy hurt".
So, for the next 77 days I'l be mentally recording every last minute I have with him. And the others too. It won't be long before it's their time to fly.