No Longer a Sevvie

Golda had a great experience in seventh grade.  We got to see her grow right before our eyes, learning the ropes of a new social and academic environment.  It is crazy watching from the sidelines as your offspring transform into real people.  I thought that I'd hate to see her grow older, but it's really exciting and fun.  She is setting the bar high for her younger siblings to follow in her footsteps, academically and spiritually, and Scott and I are proud of her for her drive and spirit and all her accomplishments.  I hate to brag about her, but as Mohammad Ali famously said, "If you do what you say, it ain't bragging."   Golda did a great job of burning the candle at both ends and running with it this school year.  She ended up with a 3.9, which I think is amazing and Golda thinks is slightly disappointing.  I am just really proud of her, and impressed and thankful.

For the end of seventh grade, Golda decided to invite a bunch of friends to walk with her from school to Scott's office, where there's a little hidden garden area.  All the junior high and high school kids roam around town on the last day of school, so the girls wanted to be right where the action was.  A couple of weeks ago, we scoped out the empty, neglected garden area and envisioned it with big pillows, cushions, balloons, paper lanterns, twinkle lights, tables laden with food, fresh flowers everywhere, etc, etc.  For about a thousand dollars, we could have done that.  What we ended up with looked like somebody's mom had bought balloons and made cupcakes.  I wanted it to be more, but the thousand dollar option probably would have come off a bit desperate.  :)  Nevertheless, Scott and I enjoyed setting the stage for the party.  Coco was thoughtful enough to take Little Miss Me-Me-Me (aka Xanthe) for the day so it could be all about Golda.  Once the girls showed up with their yearbooks, Scott and I threw cash at them for ice cream cones and disappeared.  One of the many things I love about living in this town is that you can so easily find a dozen 7th graders who are completely trustworthy.  Then you can feel safe letting them wander around comparing yearbooks with all the other kids.  It was a glorious ending to a great school year!