
The View From
Behind Home Plate
A girly girl finding grace and gratitude in the midst of muddy cleats.
A Time to Mourn and A Time to Dance
So I've been grumbling for weeks about the hoopla surrounding the 5th grade promotion at our school. I will admit some eye rolling and dismissing this as much ado about nothing. It seems that each of these shindigs I've attended gets more involved and more elaborate as the years go on. Even the night before the "big day" after I had opened the 437th email about it, I sat with some friends and said something along the lines of, "I'm not all that emotional about it. I've been through the video with the sappy songs two times before. I mean, it's not as if they're going to war. I'll be fine."