Thirteen days are all that's left until graduation. This moment is finally here. Cody will tell you that it is "finally" here. For me, it's not that it's "finally" here.... but, that it is here.
A little over a week ago, we celebrated Cody's last year as an Amarillo High Sandie Golfer. He received his second year varsity letter. He also received the AHS Sandie Spirit award. He shares this award with his closest friend, Chase. It was an evening of wonderful memories from the last four years. We will miss our golf "family". Every year we've watched some amazing young men graduate and move on. This year is no different.
Last weekend Cody attended his senior prom with his girlfriend, Brooke. They were a beautiful couple. I was blessed to be able to take some photos of them together with some of their classmates and friends. Tears quickly fell after I got in my car to leave. Memories of my own prom (with my forever prom date... Michael) and joy and happiness for my own son as he begins to form relationships of his own filled my thoughts.
This weekend Cody and Chase headed off to Dallas for a senior trip. They attended the Byron Nelson Championship Golf Tournament and then a Dave Matthews Band concert. As I type this post they are heading home. Today will be a day of unending prayers until they return safely home.
Thirteen days are all that's left until graduation. The dynamics of our home will soon change. This weekend has given us a test run of "life" without Cody living here. Even though he's just been gone out of town for the weekend, there's a piece missing. It's hard to imagine what this will be like when he leaves in August and won't be returning home until at least Thanksgiving.
A friend posted the following thought on Facebook recently:
Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.
~ Harvey MacKay
I thought this was a perfect reflection of my life in this moment. I plan to spend every moment of time. Soaking it all in. For these moments are what memories are made of.
~jen
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