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Countdown to Saturday — Tuesday already?
Aug 25th
And we still need the bloody scissors… (that’s the British use of bloody.) I was able to find a very expensive stethoscope, but the 5 1/2 inch Lister bandage scissors are not available locally. If I knew they would get here on time, I would order them online, but I didn’t think of that sooner. These should be available at the school before classes start. I hope so. I still have one or two places to check, but the time is limited.
Scrubs are still in transit (as far as I know). I hope they get in soon too. I would like to make sure everything is in place.
Other than getting all the ducks in a row, things are moving along. The countdown continues….
Countdown to Saturday
Aug 24th
My youngest is heading off to College this Saturday. This week we are getting things together to make sure she has everything she needs to start the new year.
My daughter needs some special equipment for her college career. The non-special equipment/clothing became special because my daughter is small. The small/petite scrubs have to be hemmed to fit. We went all over the place to find a coverall that even came close to fitting. Rubber boots, same thing. You may ask what she is going into with scrubs, coveralls and boots. Her chosen field is Vet-Tech. So with the current clothing and equipment it looks like she will spend a part of the semester in a barn or two. The hoof pick she needed kind of gave that away.
We are also picking up a few things so she can set up house keeping in her new apartment. It is a furnished apartment shared with 3 other young ladies. This is my first daughter to live on campus during college. I may go through some empty nest feelings later, but for now I am just excited for my daughter. More on all of this later in the week.
Pictures of Brides
Jun 16th
And their dad
Check out the bare feet.
Or the knees…
Or the Alligator… Oops can’t see it in this picture.
The newest bride’s favorite tie is not your standard wedding fashion.
No time to upload and there are many more.
Thoughts on Daughters and Weddings
Jun 15th
In some ways I can’t believe my third daughter was married this weekend. I’m still in a bit of shock when I think of my older daughters being married. Is this the way of it for fathers?
My job was to walk my daughter down the aisle. Her job was to look beautiful. She didn’t trip over my feet, and she was lovely. Both tasks accomplished.
I was able to visit with some family I don’t often see. Some of my daughter’s (and by extension, my) new family. And of course my daughter made me dance. All of my daughters think it is their duty to get dear old dad to shuffle around a dance floor. They never can get it in their heads that dad doesn’t dance. Oh well, I just use it for some time to talk to my daughters before they run off with their new husbands.
After the reception, I was able to meet with some friends from year gone by. My dear daughter’s cake was made by the same people who ran the coffee shop I talk so much about. I enjoyed the cake, and talking to friends when they came to pick up the cake plates afterwards.
I will be posting a picture or two from this wedding as soon as I get them uploaded.
3 down 1 to go… But that one can wait for a while.
Late night/early morning
Jun 11th
Deep in thought…..
My mind goes back to a day in December some 21+ years ago. A few short days before Christmas when a chubby little blond entered my life. Yes at one time she was a bit chubby. Rolls of skin defined her short legs. And the blue eyes smiled from the first. All this and more in a tiny little package.
Her hair today is not as blond. She really can’t be called chubby anymore. But the eyes can still smile.
I remember the day she found her first frog. We live in the woods, so it isn’t very hard. When she learned to read, she found out as much as she could about the little animals. To this day she is drawn to them.
There were days playing in the mud, while wearing her sister’s clothes. Days playing softball while dad coached from the sidelines.
Days being a child, days being a young lady. Days of very little care and days of hardship.
There was Star Wars both movies and books. There was friends, sisters, pets and family. We had shared a time or two on stage. She sang, I listened. There were the clothes from the boys section, there were beautiful dresses.
All of this and more. 21 years don’t fit in a few short paragraphs. My beautiful blue eyed girl has spent years growing up. And I am proud of her….
