Gone are the days of me making a "real" breakfast during the week. Now, it's cereal or pre-cooked sausage and biscuit. This was E's first day of school. Preschool, that is. Yes, this handsome, young man is just 3, although he looks (and acts) so much older sometimes.
After a lot of "talking it up" and me checking a thousand times to make sure I had everything, we settled in for a good night's sleep. I think E was so excited that he didn't sleep well. It seemed like he was up every few hours and especially early that morning.
Here we are loaded up, ready for the short trip to school. No, my kids really don't do stuffed animals. They've just never been attached to them, but we were supposed to bring a teddy bear to school (we have a dinosaur with a Memphis Tigers shirt.)
In the last pic, you only see his back.....and that's how quickly it happened. In a matter of seconds, my world changed. It's such an adjustment to bring that first baby home and be absolutely responsible for another person. Then, just as quickly as it was thrust upon you, he just says something like, "I want you to let me go by myself today" and hops out of your car without a second thought.
I can't even imagine what it's going to feel like when he turns sixteen and gets behind a wheel or when we take him and his belongings to college or when he gets married (God bless the girl.)