6th Grade Field Day

It occurred to me this past week that I should be getting really sad.  It's my boys' last couple weeks of elementary school. Maybe it means a little less because I thought last year was their last year since they were going to be in middle school in Spain.  But nonetheless, it started hitting me yesterday as Mario and I sat in the stands and watched our boys compete against other sixth graders around the district.  They set up a track and field day at the high school and had the kids each sign up for 4 events.  Of course Zach was all over this.  He loves competition.  Nate didn't want to go.  But I told him that he should wear Erin's lucky basketball shorts and just go out there and do his best.  Erin would be proud of him no matter how he did as long as he did his best.

He signed up for the 50 meter, 100 meter, the long jump, and the cross country race.  Zach signed up for the 50 meter, 400 meter, long jump, and cross country.  He was also chosen to the A team for a relay race at the end.  He had to try out for the team and was the second fastest. 

Nathan finished first in his 100 meter heat and went on to the semifinals.  We were so proud of him.  He ran hard.  

Zachary made it to the finals in the 50 meter race and came in second place overall.   So that was very impressive.  There were some fast kids out there.  His team took third in the relay so he was slightly disappointed.  The girls A team took first and so did the boys B team.   So their school did very well overall.  

It was so fun to watch these boys hang out all day with these friends they have been with the last four years.  It made me sad to move away again.  One highlight from yesterday was watching the last boy come around the corner in the cross country race.  He was from our school.  A whole crowd of kids from Trumble Park ran out on the field to help him finish the race.  It made me tear up.  These kids love and support each other when it really matters.  They made us proud.