my wish.

I know. I'll get over it. Kinda.

My little man started preschool last Tuesday.

He has been ready for a while. Not me though.

I was not.

The last one, off to school.

He had his backpack (his bubba's from preschool)

and he's my buddy.

my baby.

my little man.

I have so many wishes for him....but each one of them means he'll grow up. each one.

and I'm not ready for that.

this day was hard enough.

can you stand that grin as Daddy walked him to the porch for his name tag? I can't get enough of it.

I held on tight. He was unusually quiet.

But he strolled in...hung up the pack in his cubby and headed outside.

checking it all out...tried a little of everything & smiled.

I had to go.

I didn't want to.

But it was so sweet to see him walk & grin & in my heart I know he doesn't get it but he made a big independent step to stay & play with his new friends...a step toward my wishes for him.

I couldn't wait to pick him up! He looked happy.

Guess he's going back...

if you know me. you know that first statement at the top is a nice idea. And totally not true.