Another Last....

Please bear with me for the next few weeks as I try to cope with my first born child graduating from high school. I posted this post Let's Hear It For The "Lasts" a few months back when I was starting my sentimental journey of my daughter's childhood into adulthood. I am very conscious now documenting her "lasts." Below is a picture of her at her last orchestra concert in high school that we attended last night. I remember the first time she picked up a violin when she was only six years old. Wow...has time flown by. She'll be attending Penn State Main in the fall for music education and we could not be more proud of her. Now....if you don't mind again....I would like to share with you Let's Hear It For The "Lasts."

I remember when my children were babies and I was so caught up into their "firsts". The first time they smiled, talked, sat, walked. I couldn't wait to grab a pen and note every milestone in their baby journal. Now that my first child will be wrapping up her senior year in high school....I can't help but try to remember all of her lasts. When did she hold my hand for the last time when we were in a parking lot or crossed the street? When was the last time she sat on my lap and hugged me with the tightest bear hug she could give? How about that last butterfly kiss, the last time she gave me the secret code... that she loved me before she got on to the school bus each morning. Or the last time she crawled into bed with us at night because she was scared or just wanted to be cuddled. The last time she said "I'm going to live with you forever" or "Daddy I'm going to marry you." If only I had a crystal ball and I knew that the "lasts" were staring at me right in the face...I would of cuddled her a little longer, held her hand tighter and just savored the moment. ~amy