That's all folks!

 Have you ever desperately wanted something to end while dreading the same thing with an equal amount of fervor? We have spent so much time in the car over the last six weeks that it began to feel like we lived in it. I have been driving either Turner or Thomas into school for 4 years now and I truly felt like this last stretch might be the straw that broke the camel's back, sanity wise. But, as we moved into this last week I began to dread the end as much as I had been anxiously awaiting it's arrival. It meant saying goodbye. For good. It meant finally coming to terms with the fact that we don't belong there anymore. And starting over with the process of figuring out how to belong somewhere completely different. Not my strong suit. Even on a good day.                 

   So- it was with very mixed feelings that we headed into town on Friday,    

                   took our traditional last day of school picture by the old bell,

and watched Cedar Fort recede from view.