My blogging friend, Pam, at Abiding With Love made a comment on my Facebook status a week or two ago - calling the time period I am in "The Year of Lasts". I haven't forgotten it because it is totally what I am feeling. Our baby girl is a Senior in High School...she is the last of 3 children. And everything, every little thing she does, I am fully aware and thinking, "This will be the last time I ______________." It is bittersweet - after all, I do turn 50 in a few weeks, and seriously, all this stuff is making me tired. Chaperoning these away football games on the bus with however many band students, staying out until 1:00 a.m., those days REALLY kick my hind-end! Selecting Senior photos has been an excruciating chore - I want every, single photograph. And it pains me to miss anything, like right now she is at a band competition that I was not able to attend due to a workshop I was committed to. I am obsessed. So, since my mind is occupied with being t...