Today I joined the ranks of hundreds of thousands of other parents getting up earlier than normal. Making a complete breakfast. Brushing teeth and hair. Getting dressed. Checking backpacks. Heading out the door and walking down the sidewalk to...school.
Today begins the first day of probably twenty plus more years to come where the first Tuesday after Labor Day isn't just another Tuesday. Preschool. Kindergarten. Third Grade. Junior High. High School.
Today begins the first day of many tuition checks due. School supplies lists checked off. New shoes, shirts and pants. A fresh haircut.
But this morning, as he stood by the front door with a thousand ants in his pants, I wasn't thinking about any of that.
This picture crossed my mind.
Today begins the first day of probably twenty plus more years to come where the first Tuesday after Labor Day isn't just another Tuesday. Preschool. Kindergarten. Third Grade. Junior High. High School.
Today begins the first day of many tuition checks due. School supplies lists checked off. New shoes, shirts and pants. A fresh haircut.
But this morning, as he stood by the front door with a thousand ants in his pants, I wasn't thinking about any of that.
This picture crossed my mind.
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| William, four days old, holding mama's hand. |
Those long, lonely nights in the NICU seemed like an eternity. Everyone told me he would be fine. He would get better. And he did! I just never thought I'd take a second to blink and then be taking this picture.
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| So stinkin' cute. |
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