It was a weekend of graduation parties for me. First up was the open house of the daughter of my oldest friend. I shouldn't say "oldest" as I am actually older by a few months, but rather my first friend. We grew up next door to one another and have been friends ever since. Here we are before our first day of school.
While I haven't seen him in a very long time it is always easy to to pick up from where we left off. Stories and memories from our childhood coming flooding back and feels like it was just yesterday, which makes it even harder for me to wrap my brain around the fact that his daughter will be off to college the fall.
Yesterday, my cousin had her party. My baby cousin. All grown up. She wore these the entire day.
Are we even related? I would never be able to walk around in such heels.
These parties just added to the melancholy I still can't seem to shake. Time just whizzes by watching these children as they grow up.
Just to add to the melancholy, while "up north" we stopped by the cemetery so my boys could see where where my dad is buried.