I'm rewinding a bit. We had so much going on the last few weeks that blogging took a backseat. And these are memories I don't want to forget.
Appropriately, as I type this, "You're Gonna Miss This" is playing through the speakers of my laptop. Days that yes, I am going to miss. Brady's preschool days have come and gone. Just like that. That phrase "they grow up so fast" is so cliche but nothing could be more true.
On Brady's, first, first day of school, 3 year old preschool at St. Brigid in Xenia, Ohio in September of 2009, he looked like this.....
|oh gosh. why am i doing this to myself. i burst into tears for about 100 reasons when I saw this picture. he's so little...and that's our old house...that i LOVED so much...|
But it turns out, as we knew it would, he loved school here. So very much. We all loved his school, his teacher, his friends. And this was the scene on the last day of preschool, May 23, 2011.
Lots of smiles.
|It's strange to look at this picture because on his first day of preschool in the fall I was still pregnant with Macy and here she is, sitting up and tugging on his shirt.|
|Brady's first friend and best friend in his class, Peyton.|
Until the last day of school...when again, I arrived very early, and watched from afar....with my camera this time and it's like he knew what his crazy, emotional Mama wanted him to do, to dig in the sandbox, to be surrounded my diggers, and friends and shovels.
That same night we celebrated the end of preschool with a performance that these sweet little kiddos worked so hard on. I applaud their teachers for putting together this awesome show for the adoring, emotional, oh so proud parents.
Brady's preschool year's have really shaped him and help build his self confidence. His teachers and this experience taught him so much. It was a time for him to shine away from me, away from his sisters. To figure out who he is in this big, beautiful world. And ultimately to prepare him for the next step, the step that Mama is really not ready for him to take but it's time. Time to fly.
But until then, there is summer to be had. Lightning bugs to catch and swings to swing on. Friends to play with.
And sand to dig in.
Congrats, little man. Big things await you. We can't wait for you to take us along on the next journey.
Just take your time...