Brian and Peter had their big day at the St Christoper, Grade 8 Graduation Ceremonies. They got all decked out in their finest on a steamy 37oc evening. Thank goodness the hall was air conditioned. We had a little dinner at the house beforehand and Tacos was the choice meal requested. The boys got the essential teenage “Bling Bling” and were all smiles for the grueling family photo session in the garden. Nick and I were very proud of all three of our teenage sons (they are all grown up now!). Peter was awarded the gold cord and the religion medal. We are going to call him Father Peter from now on!
We dropped the boys off to their first mixed party and the parents settled in at the “Pump and Patio” for some of our own fun joined by friends and siblings. I do want to mention that we closed the place. Now the summer has officially begun. Yeah.
Family Jots and Thoughts
Connecting Our Extended Families
Dear Brian and Peter Congratulations on your Grade 8 Graduation. We are all very proud of your accomplishments and wish you well as you head off to High School. Here is a poem by Lee Ann Womack that says it all!
I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Dance….I hope you dance.
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.
Have a great summer!
Ya… like we’re going to read all that. School’s out Auntie Martha!!