This letter is way overdue. But man, have we been busy.
Basketball season just wrapped up. And you could not be more disappointed. It ended sooner than planned. Because of the snow, we had a few cancellations and ended up one game short. It didn't help that there were no playoffs.
The last game, you were so excited. You had spent the 2 weeks prior practicing on your own and were really proud of yourself. The night before, you told Josh and I that you knew you were going to have your best game and your goal was to score 20 points. Unfortunately, you scored not one point in that final game. As the clock ran out, my heart was breaking for you. You had a lot of great shots that almost went in. You had a ton of assists and played great defense. But none of this mattered to you. You walked off the court totally defeated and cried when we got in the car. It broke my heart because I knew how upset you were each time you missed your shot. Even though we won that last game, I felt like you did. It made it worse that it was your last game, your last chance.
You still love basketball. That consumes most of your life these days. Even though the season is over, you have spent the rest of the daylight in the driveway the past few nights practicing drills you made up yourself. I'm so proud of yu. And I know Daddy absolutely loves that you are so passionate about this sport. Since you aren't quite ready to put away the basketball, we decided to sign you for individual lessons. You are really looking forward to this.
It's hard to get pictures of you when you're not playing basketball.
But, unlike your little brother, you still oblige me when I ask to take your picture.
Last night at the park (while you were practicing baseball with Daddy), Bella broke her arm. You spent the night with us at urgent care. Today, I brought her up to your school to get you and Cameron since I was off work. You were both so proud to show her off, your little sister with the broken arm. You both have been very good to her. Cameron is the one she likes to play and rough house with. But you're the one she goes to for reassurance and comfort.
It's true, she has protectors for life.
I should also mention that you have gotten Principal's List the first two grading periods. You are on the Safety Patrol this year (which your Momma used to be when she was in 6th grade). And this is your last year of elementary school.
You came home a few weeks ago with your middle school registration. Your teacher suggested Advanced English and Advanced Social Studies, as well as Pre-Algebra. And you chose French as your language (which is also what your Momma took for 5 years, so I can't wait to start helping you with that). I am proud of your academic accomplishments as well as your athleticism. You are the total package, I must say.
I could also talk about your manners. Your giant compassionate heart. And your kindness. But this would go on forever, and there is a lot more time and more letters to come. Just know that your Dad & I love you and could not be more proud of the kid you are.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.