It's finals week. And I have a kid who's home sick with a bug. A kid who slept until 11:00, on the day that I have two finals: one at 8:00 and one at 12:30. So...that didn't go well. Luckily, I have one understanding professor who moved my due date to Tuesday. B's dad came to get him around 3:30, and I was going to go take one of the two finals.
But then, I checked the mail. And I had a package from my sweet Seester, Katie. I opened the box, and saw a small box that said, "Open first."
When I opened it, I saw this:
So, I did. And although I won't post the actual note, I will paraphrase. When I was in 7th grade, my grandmother died. My sister was in 4th grade. My sister was her namesake in a way...my grandmother's name was Helen Kate, and Katie was the first grandchild to have her name. When my grandmother died, she willed her rings to my sister, and since she was so young, my mom kept them for her.
Fast forward to a few years ago, when my mom was still in possession of the rings, and her house was broken into. Her jewelry box was stolen, but for whatever reason, she hadn't kept the rings in her jewelry box. In my note from my Seester, she said that she felt it was more fitting for me to have this ring of my grandma's...her "mother" ring, each stone symbolizing the birth of one of her five children. My dad's in the middle. And when I read those words, I started crying. She went on to tell me how proud she is of how I mother (and father) my children, and how I'm the kind of parent that grown children would be proud to have.
Y'all. I told you. My Seester is the best. And I got a little teary just typing that. I didn't have anything that belonged to my grandmother, and now I have something that I know was so dear to her heart...and it's something I will cherish for the rest of my life.
One of the sweet dads from N's team volunteered to come get N to take him to practice for me so I could go take my final, but it was getting late to get in to take the exam. I text him saying that I was going to skip it because it was too late, so I could handle practice...after I went to get a manicure. Do y'all know what he said? He said, "Aubrey, go enjoy your manicure. I'll take N, and you can come whenever you get done. Don't worry about it. It'll be fun."
So, he did. He text me to let me know that he took N and his son J to go get shakes before practice. I told him if N puked that night, he could come clean it up, and he said he'd be happy to. N and J are newer friends...and J is a really sweet kid. When we were leaving practice, they were goofing around and having a blast. I know N was reluctant to leave. And that made my heart so happy...because he's making real friends. Who wouldn't love to witness that firsthand?
Also, as we were leaving, my phone rang, and it was my pal, Cree Cree! He flew into Dallas for a couple of days, and suggested we meet for lunch tomorrow! Between lunch with Cree Cree, a baseball game for B, practice for N, and my stinkin' finals, I'm going to be a busy girl.
I wish I could go to sleep at a decent time.
Wow, that made me sound super duper old!
Aubs
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