To our Daddy....

Dear Daddy,

Although we are very sad that you aren't with us today, we know that it is only 10 more days until you come home and then we will be a family again.

We just want you to know how proud we are of you. You take such good care of us and have sacrificed so much these last few months to make sure we will have a better future. We know it was hard for you to move so far away all by yourself and we miss you as much as you miss us. But what a cool job you have! We can't wait to see all those airplanes with you when we move out there. And to see our new house you picked out. And to go exploring on all the trails. And to go camping in the mountains. And to play catch in our new backyard. And to just be together and be normal again.

We love you, Daddy. We can't wait until next week.

Happy Father's Day!

Love,

Wyatt, Henry, and Lauren

SMdP Class of 1987

Clockwise from left: Me, Susan Feinendegen, Jenny Muraski, Andi Garcia, Dan Hertel, Heather Schumacher, Della Cordoba.

When I joined Facebook, the whole reason for it was to reconnect with friends from grade school and high school. Last night, after many, many years a group of us got together for dinner at Mickey Finn's, 22 years after graduating from Santa Maria del Popolo.

Susan Feinendegen, Andi Garcia and I have known each other since Kindergarten. Della Cordoba started in, I think, 3rd grade--at least that's when I met her-- and Dana Hertel, Jenny Muraski, and Heather Schumacher all joined the group in 5th grade. We were always a close group of kids, so it was so nice to reconnect and reminisce about stuff we went through, together. Thanks to Andi, we saw the horror that was our uniform, a tradition of a decorated Chandler's notebook and the musings of 13 year old girls and our problems of the day, who was going out with whom and who was a "massive babe"--I think that was Jim Kranz, right Susan?LOL

I loved getting together with them, last night, and I am so glad I was able to do it before we moved.

As I said on Facebook, the oldest friends really are the dearest friends.

Kindergarten Bridging

Henry had his bridging ceremony this morning after the school Mass. He walked across the bridge to signify his crossing over to the "big school" from the primary building where Kindergarten and Preschool are held. He was so proud of himself walking across.<3

I am so proud of him. It has been a rough year for him, adjusting to all-day Kindy, but I am hoping that the boot camp that is St. John's will prepare him for 1st grade next year at a new school.

Crossing the bridge:

With his class:

LC and Wyatt watching their brother:

Henry, LC and I: