Life as ex pats, however, means families come and go, and the end of the school year can feel even more emotionally charged. We happen to be the ones staying this time, and we are bracing ourselves for the moment we must say goodbye to some amazing friends who we will miss ever so dearly. Beautiful friendships I trust will carry on.
But it's not quite time to say goodbye. Nope, not yet, dammit. For now, it's all about celebrating the fun we've had this year.
For example:
Last Saturday, the whole school partied to celebrate the end of the school year.
This little tiger picked a set of miniature golf clubs, a new passion of his. :-)
And one silly makeover.
We've received medals.
And given loving goodbye notes.
Abby's letter to her French tutor. |
R celebrates his birthday in the middle of summer, so he was very appreciative that his teachers included him in the June birthday fêtes at school. (But, please no . . . he's not six yet. He's still my baby.)
Abby's year-long theater class has ended with a grand spectacle.
We've bid adieu to our ballet teachers, for the second year in a row now:
It's all been great, but a bit tiring:
Which is why we've also tried to stick to the routine the past couple of weeks. To bed by 7:30, homework each morning, and dinner at the table as a family.
It's why we've maintained the weekly play date for these two, every Tuesday, without fail, for two years.
Play is good.
R & P? They inspire me.
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