The last graduate

Photo:  Cristina wearing 5" heels; Noelle wearing flats; Alysha wearing 5" heels

Noelle graduated from high school yesterday.   Somewhere inside me there is a frantic primal scream waiting to get out.  It doesn't seem possible.

No more babysitters to juggle so I can go to work.

Or teachers' names to pretend to remember.

No more PTSA announcements to scan.

Or soccer and tennis games to attend.

No more homecoming dance send offs.

Or costco size bundles of construction paper to buy.

No more field trips to the courthouse.

Or English papers to edit.

No more late notices from the library.

Or snacks and lunches to pack.

High school is over for all my girls.  And I need to get a grip!