Feasting for the Last Time

Last Wednesday Bill and I met Mar at school for the annual FVE Thanksgiving Feast.

(You can see the past couple years here and here.)

When I mentioned I was going, and it would be the very last one ever, Bill postponed his temple session an hour or so to join us.  He certainly did not want to miss out on the delicious pressed turkey, reconstituted potatoes (we like them around our house, remember?), chewy stick-in-your-teeth corn-on-the-cob, communal salad with pumped-on dressing, and spice cake.

Mar, of course, was delighted that he came.

I clearly remember the day Bill and I attended one of Taylor's middle school parent nights (it was here in CO, so it couldn't have been the first, which would have been in UT -- where perhaps the phenomena would not have been so distinct).  As we shuffled into the gym with a myriad of other parents, I felt so young.  I think we may have even commented to each other about how young-ish we were (some of those other parents looked so gosh darn old)... and how someday, when we were going to Mar's middle school parent's night, we would be on the other end.
The old-ish parents.

That's less than a year away.

I already feel old-ish, so bring it on.