Today was Kirk's last day of physical therapy following his shoulder surgery last November. He "informed" me in his usual teenager way that it was tradition to bring in a cake on graduation day. Therapy graduation? Ok. I'll bite. The boy has had a long road back from this surgery and will be gone in a matter of months. I made the dang cake. Dark chocolate fudge. Mmmm...
Of course, as Kirk finishes, Jake starts. He saw the orthopedist yesterday who approved his healing, removed a stray stubborn stitch in his foot, and sent him off to therapy. We start next week. I say "we" because unlike Kirk, Jacob can't drive himself. *sigh* At least someone still needs me.
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I know in the blink of an eye my kids will be graduating and moving out. It's been so interesting to read your journey through it.
I hope your kids know how much they're gonna miss a mom like you when they're gone. When Kirk moves out can I move in? :)
Can't wait to see you in April!
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