Mother's lament

Last night, Mikaele called me after the kids had gone to bed. She was telling me about her new job, and then suddenly the conversation took a turn toward our boys. Her two are starting school this fall as well (though not until next week), so we've been talking a lot about how strange this is for us. Harder for her I think, as she's got two and no more babies at home, but we're definitely feeling the same things as we send our little guys off into the world. Our chat yesterday soon became a series of memories, talking about when they were babies, and wondering where the time went.

So I was a little sad when I went to bed yesterday, thinking about all we had discussed. But I certainly didn't feel that way this morning, as Ev bounded out of bed at 6:30 (a full half hour before the alarm). He was ready to go to school--washed and dressed and fed in record time. Mike and I watched him climb right into the school van like he'd been doing it for years, and he was smiling as waved goodbye to us. He's going to have a great day and a great year, better than we ever thought possible.