The Season of Last Times–and the menu plan.
This weekend, Big Daddy, the little girls and me drove out to watch the Princess perform in her last band competition. We’ve never done this before, but this is our last chance. Her clarinet group played Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Mozart. Sadly, we weren’t allowed to record inside the competition room, but it was beautiful and they took top honors for it.
Another first and another last and so it goes.
We are in a season of last times. The last first day of school. The last homecoming game. The last band show. The last football game. The last semester. The season of lasts always comes before a season of firsts and sometimes they’re happening at the same time. First car. First college classes. First job.
The bitter and the sweet, always together. The girl and the woman all blurred up together when I look at her.
Can I segue into the menu plan? Hey, this is where my life is right now. Feeling breathless that Big Daddy and I have raised a baby up to be a pretty cool adult and wondering what the hell is for dinner. The bitter and the sweet and the mundane. Life is beautiful.
Monday Portillos Chopped Salad. Made it last week. Loved it. Making it again-6pts
Thursday-Spaghetti, Turkey meatballs-13pts
Saturday-Baby Bee’s Choice
Want to hear some clarinets playing Mozart? Here you go!