August is a happy-sad month. My dad was born in August. On the 27th. He died in June of 1991 and I miss him every single day.
Another happy-sad is that school started. My youngest started high school. He was scared and excited. I was happy to get back in the studio, and sad that he was not going to around so much. And sad that I wasn’t around for the “first day of high school” for either of my daughters.
He is in marching band. We are in the band parents’ association. It is a brand new association…started on Tuesday evening. I told them I can sew. I may have doomed myself to four years of hems and buttons. LOL. I won’t mind a bit. Promise. 
