Levi's Mustache Bash

The photos are in.

I can't say how thankful I am for these images. The party went so fast that at the end I found myself throwing my hands up in the air all, "that's it? it's over? now what?"

Luckily I hired a gem to get it all on camera. Pamela is super talented and was so sweet. She even helped with cleanup. Seriously, I love her.

While you peruse take note - I'm wearing the green cardigan, my mom is in purple. Don't let her fool you.

Also, Bob (my father-in-law) has not shaved his beard since Michael left and will not until he returns. Simply because Michael asked... pretty impressive.

First! The invite :

I went to Etsy and found bnute. She has tons of cute & clever party ideas and designs her own invitations. Look her up.

Now to the goods.

Farewell

I hate goodbyes.

I've only made half of them tonight and I've got some of the toughest tomorrow morning. Feeling quite sick to my stomach and ready to get this all over with.  I'm bracing myself for the worst kind of heartache... Lord please let it wash over me quickly.

Today we loaded the moving truck. It was pretty emotional. This was my first place alone, and I loved every bit of it. White house, blue shutters, black top driveway good for warming bare feet. It's hard to realize I'm never coming back to it.

I try to keep my mind busy. It prevents me from falling back to that empty place where I know I have to leave. What's that word...denial? Yes. That. 

I picked up my little brother from his farm job this afternoon after grabbing lunch for everyone. I had Levi along in the backseat, and it was awfully quiet.

"So you're really leaving tomorrow." My brother says. Not a question, just a statement. A really heavy statement. He then grabs Levi's feet and whispers "next time I see you, you'll be so big." Aw kid, why don't you just stomp on my heart while you're at it?

I could have cried. I could have wept. But I didn't, and I probably won't until it's all over with. I'm stubborn. 

Then again, saying goodbye to my little brother and everyone else may just bring the waves crashing down without my consent. 

I hate goodbyes.