My youngest turned 18 a few days ago. I'm not ready. I don't know why this birthday has been so hard on me.
He was baby Paul just yesterday,
and now he's old enough to vote. (How can that be?)
And, he's old enough to be drafted. (I can't even think about that).
As my children were growing up, my mother used to come to me and say "Can't you do something about that?"
I told her I was open to any suggestions.
She offered "Have you tried putting books on their heads?"
Fortunately Paul is a Senior in High school so I still have him home one last year.
Saturday was Homecoming, and I offered to cook dinner at our house. Free food is always a draw, and these are such good kids.
The custom in our area is that Homecoming is a day long date.
The group went on a hike with a picnic lunch in the Reserve behind our house. The boys came back and changed at our place, went to the school for pictures, came to our house for dinner, went to the dance and then back to our house close to midnight for dessert.
Paul and Mercy.