Can It Be So?!?

In less than a week, our tiny babe, our first born, our bundle of joy, will be starting preschool. I sound like every other mother, I realize, when I marvel in the astonishment of just how fast the past three years have gone and how many changes we've witnessed in him since we brought him home--tiny as a kitten, wrapped in countless blankets--from the hospital. But I'll be darned, those other mothers were right: it's a stunning milestone.

And now, alas, our little student will have his own classroom, his own teacher, and his own schedule--around which our life will now revolve. And I couldn't be happier about it all. Finn's certainly ready for some more social interaction and I look forward to spending some quiet, one-on-one time with Shea. But to watch him get ready for school, meet his new teacher, make new friends, and turn into a slightly more independent entity will make a lasting impression on me.

Stay tuned for photos. (Maybe one of them will even capture the gigantic lump in my throat and enormous sense of pride in my heart.)