The chaos part of the weekend hadn't even gotten started yet. Soon after dinner I had an emotional (again) interaction with my dad that left me in tears, and him hanging up on me on the phone. Oh that he could ever get over the past choices of my life that apparently haunt him so much.
Sunday morning was a mad dash to Tremonton for Wade's farewell. After picking up Morgan and Greyson, we were hoping to make it to the church soon enough to not embarrass ourselves. Thankfully, Kara had saved us a couple spots, and we snuck in seamlessly with five minutes to spare before the meeting began. After hanging out at Ken and Julie's house for some soup, Morgan and I got our last selfies with Wade before taking off for home. Hard to believe I'm losing my kiddo for 2 years. Still not totally seeming real yet.
By Sunday night, I was beat. It was 6 o'clock and I was ready for bed. But wait... NO! Bedtime was not to happen for awhile afterwards. Connor Stewart, a student of mine from 2 years ago, needed some math help, so I stayed up to try to remember stuff long forgotten. It's amazing how much you can remember once you pull up a few reminders on Google :)
All in all, it was a crazy, emotional, all over the place weekend... one which I am glad is over, but wouldn't have traded for the world. I sure do love my kiddos!