It's unique, and extraordinary. It's the smell of standing at the bus stop when I was little, waiting for bus # 5 with Mrs. George as driver, and my long shadow across North Outlook Road as the sun came up at 7:45 in the morning that first day of school, which ever year it was, either 2nd grade, or 5th. The dieing days of summer smell earthy and organic, the sun sets sooner, and the morning is dim. This morning when we were loading up in the car to take Papa to work I could smell that "end of summer" aroma in the air.
Andres had his 5th birthday party and it was a hit, albeit a lot of work. But as July wrapped up, August seemed to be the slow drip of molasses compared to it's predecessor. We had the Peter Pan Birthday that I wanted for him, and I think he loved it although he wanted a BATMAN theme, as he told me all week long. After I had sent out this evite:
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| Andres-Jose's 5th birthday invitation. |
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| Hook's Ship |
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| Mermaid Lagoon |
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| Setting up the Treasure Hunt around the house |
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| Getting the Pan ready to walk the plank |
So I charged forward with the Pan theme. Decorations aside, guests and gifts, food and goodie bags, none of it matters except my oldest son is five years old. I wonder all the time where I've been, all these years, as my baby has grown into a big boy. He's so wonderfully smart, and amazingly handsome. I love him so much.
My Raph is growing as quickly if not faster. His easy going nature is complimented by his head of curly hair, and his ever-present wobble as he tries to keep up with his brother. My boys are my world. I hope and pray that despite all my blemishes, all my many mistakes, they find their way in the world. They they lean on God. They had faith when I found myself confused and bewildered. I pray that I help guide them to succes and more importantly contenetedness.
