Congrats to our not-so-little Rachel as she has graduated from Elementary school and her Safety Patrol duty and we couldn't be any more proud. Well, we could if it wasn't tempered with the realization that this means we are officially old. Thanks to "Meemaw and Grandaddy" who drove up from Roanoke to attend and take the photos above. Anyway, she also received her Presidential Physical Fitness Award where she was one of only two that received the award in the whole school (also pictured above.) And ... Woman of the Year award, Cleanest Teeth Award, and Most Likely to Prematurely Deny this is Her Father at the Mall award. So, great job!!
Sometimes you long for the Waltonesque way of life. The Windsor house is draped in darkness, save for one light in an upstairs window. "Night M's, night Shorty and Hope," you long to hear.... All right. No big deal. I can accept the fact no home is the Walton's. Heck, I'll accept the occasional cry of Monsters plaguing my little ones dreams. But, what do I get, I get monsters all right, I get, "Dad, I have a monster wedgie" (except wedgie sounds decidedly like Reggie.) Exasperated after hearing why I sprinted upstairs in the middle of the night, I congratulated her and asked if she wanted me to phone this into the local news. Bad idea. Now Big sis is taunting her. So now I make several additional trips up to reassure her that, no, I won't call the news, and, yes, I know, she no longer has a reggie. Sheesh, Can't you see I am trying to watch Borat while K is reading her book and pretending not to be listening to the movie despite her adamant protestations of this disturbing beyond-low-brow brand of humor? Heck, our last hometown of Salem, Va is featured prominently in the flick.
Papa
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