A double post today, couldn't resist:
This morning you packed up your yearbook, tucked your ipod into the pocket of your khaki uniform shorts, grabbed the bag of soda for your classroom party, and were heading out to your bus stop. Your father remembered that we ALWAYS take a picture on your last day of school. In the past, it has been when we walked down to meet you at your bus stop, but now that you are twelve (and refuse to have your parents anywhere NEAR your bus stop) and you have a party to go to after school lets out at noon today, and we won't even see you until tonight, dad snapped this before you left.
You are getting so tall, and so mature, and I know these lazy summers are swiftly flying by. I plan to enjoy every minute, and promise not to nag (too much).