Well, I blinked again, and now this kid is in San Francisco, enjoying his Senior Ball with his pals at the Metreon.
It's utterly bizarre to realize that I made a very similar post to this almost four years ago, when Abby too went to her Senior Ball at the Metreon. (And it's weird because Ball isn't always there. We'll have to see where Brady's class winds up going!) But here we are in 2026, and she's getting ready to graduate from college and it's Isaac's turn to celebrate the waning days of a high school career. It's truly surreal to think that's it's been four years. But I'm digressing all over the place so I'll get back to today.I left the second game of Brady's doubleheader against Granada a bit early this afternoon so I could catch Isaac at home before he headed off to his friend Ben's house, also known as the official Ball meeting spot for his squad. He kindly humored me with a few pics outside in the yard before I followed him to Ben's to take more photos.
I was the only parent there except for Ben's mom and dad, so I made sure to take pics with Isaac and some of his longtime pals to share. And then poof, they were out the door en masse, bound for the buses that were reserved to ferry them to the big event. I stood outside and watched them drive away caravan-style, one car after another after another. I smiled at the ones I knew best, and as Isaac passed by, he slowed and enthusiastically waved the I Love You hand in my direction. And then continued down the hill and past the gate and disappeared from sight.
He went to elementary school with some of these boys, so he's known them for most of his life. In fact, Tyler (upper left)'s family moved to town when they were in (I think) second grade, and he's been one of Isaac's closest friends for years. And he's known Trevor since before they started kindergarten (and then t-ball) together.
So suffice it to say that when I look at some of these guys and think back on the history they share, it makes me smile. And it fills me with a sense of gratitude for the depth and quality of some of Isaac's friendships. God has blessed him with some truly exceptional pals, and I'm so thankful for them and for how they've leaned on one another throughout the years. And although I have mixed mom-feelings about them all being 17 and 18 years old and looking so grown up when my heart thinks they should still be little boys playing with sticks in the mud, I'm grateful that they're growing into terrific young men.
And of course, I'm extra thankful that God is continuing to shape Isaac into the man He wants him to be. And I pray that they're all having a great time together, truly savoring the moments and taking mental snapshots to hold close to their hearts during the time of transition that's on the horizon.






