|The letter B.|
ONE will start preschool two weeks from today. I have been looking forward to this day for months, yet now that it’s nearly here I find myself getting weepy.
I’m sure I’ll get over it.
Preschool will be every day. And when it ends, the next step will be kindergarten. And then first grade. From here on out, my oldest will be in school on school days and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
For now, I’m trying to enjoy the last few days with him before his world is irrevocably expanded. We’re finger painting. We’re baking. We’re reading all of the tags on his stuffed animals to see where they were made. We’re watching the video of his grandpa, my dad, hula hooping at a birthday party last week … over and over and over again.
We’re nothing if not well-rounded.