Question: What did the pumpkin say to the pumpkin carver?
Answer: Cut it out!
Since “the trees are about to show us the beauty of letting go of things,” it’s only right that I pay my respects to summer…
It was the summer of catching fish and frogs and fascinating sunsets.
It was the summer full of sidewalk chalk, slip ‘n slides, sprinklers, sparklers, and sibling 4-wheeler rides.
It was the summer of parading homes, losing teeth, discovering walking sticks, and raising Monarch butterflies.
It was the summer of getting home-schooled by Grandma, achieving my goal of learning how to ride a bike, potty training Ooh-Ooh-Ah-Ah (G’s monkey), ending Genesee’s pacifier addiction, and starting my kindergarten career.
It was the summer of 2019.
Today marked my send-off to Kindergarten and I did pretty well, considering my track record for transitions and drop-offs! In fact, I was mostly full of excitement, nerves, and curiosity until my eyes started to well up with sadness. Luckily, my meltdown was averted when a new little friend named Isaiah comforted me and helped my face remember how to smile.
Stay tuned for my kindergarten chronicles… I’m going to make new friends, get my learn on, discover more of who I am, and have so much fun along the way! I’m especially looking forward to library visits, art class, music sessions, the pet therapy dogs, and lunch. It’s going to be a great year!!
Since our friendship would soon get split up as a result of living in different zip codes, we decided the best way to spend Kindergarten Eve was to make Ferguson memories with a couple of my favorite friends, Colin & Amaya.
So there we were, joy-riding through the pumpkin patch on wagon wheels, painting our faces with twin tattoos, and giggling between every bite of the obligatory caramel apple.
Because nothing prepares you for going separate ways better than a challenging corn maze. And nothing shows how we’ll still keep up with each other better than a cooperative pedal tractor race. And since nothing can teach our friendship how to blossom better than an apple orchard, we never said goodbye that day. It was simply “See ya later,” sealed with a hug. And another hug, just for good measure.
It was a beautiful, long-overdue tribute and I was so happy to be there for it! I learned more about my great-great-uncle, met some incredible people, scored myself a model plane, and witnessed Papa and great-uncle Norman get surprised with a ride in a fully restored WWII-era P-51C Mustang (the signature aircraft of the Tuskegee Airmen).
I’m humbled to be a descendant of greatness and honored to stand on the shoulders of giants.
Remember his name: Alfred Gorham. Remember all of them.