I did it! Two boys graduated from high school. I deserve an atta boy! I wasn’t sure we were going to make it there, but we did! I think I had more anxiety over getting through graduation day than I have had the entire 17 years of raising the boy. George and I, my dads, all three moms, my ex-husband and his wife, his two kids, our two kids, George’s two kids, and four of my strays, all in one community building; the day went off fabulous.
Every possible scenario of how it could go wrong had run through my head at least a dozen times. I’m so proud of my crazy, blended family. George entertained them all at the house between photos and graduation while I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off, and my friends did all the work! I don’t know what I would have done without them.
Robert and Chris got the law called on me. Robert had been having car problems, so Chris drove. When an out-of-state car pulled up to my house and two armed young me just walked in like they owned they place, a concerned citizen called the sheriff for me.
As I was sitting at the salon trying my best to relax for a minute, I got a phone call from Mr. Baker. I was so nervous. Brad typically avoids me being “press” and all. It had to be pretty terrible. When he explained why he needed to talk to me, I almost fell out of my chair, but I kept my composure. My neighborhood is not ready for us red-neck ruffians, LOL!
The next day, Tim stopped by to talk with the boys and me, so I told him the story. He laughed and said he was the concerned citizen who called it in. I’m still laughing just thinking about it. I’m so thankful to live in a community where neighbors look out for each other. I wouldn’t trade for anything. X’s & O’s.
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