Tonight I watched Kendall in her last marching band performance. I felt a mixture of relief and wistfulness...I've spent most of my autumn Friday nights and Saturdays the last few years helping the band. It's a lot of work. My heart went out of it last year, partly because of school district politics, and it just hasn't been the same. But watching them tonight, I remembered all the time spent with her, and I'm grateful I was a part of it.
Last week MIGHT have been my last Race for the Cure (Kendall says she might do it next year.) She took off with her friends, and I was left to wander through downtown Austin alone in a crowd of thousands. It was wonderful.I stopped at Starbucks (and ran into Kendall!) for coffee to warm and wake me, then enjoyed strolling and taking photos of the buildings along Congress. But I think next year I'll pay the extra ten bucks and Sleep in for the Cure.
Tomorrow is my last trip to the Renaissance Festival outside of Houston with the high school history club. This will be my sixth or seventh year in a row. I managed to get out of shuttling kids this time, so I'll be free afterwards to head to my parents' for the night. I'm taking advantage of every chance I get to see them.
Have a beautiful weekend!