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Five Minute Friday Monday. Better late than never! 

Go.

They started out like this...

and now, they are like this...

 

 

How I will try to hide my big feelings bursting out of my thumping heart when I drop him off on his first day of 3rd grade next week.

No minor detail that he's at least two inches taller than when he graced the halls last May. Oh. My. Gosh. He cares about his appearance and it's either all sporty all the time or maybe hipster jeans and high-tops and hoodies. I miss picking out my baby's outfits. 'No thanks' on doing his hair. Sigh.

A major accomplishment that he had a pretty darned good summer with no volcanic melt downs and still managed to pick up some books and read without a catastrophic argument.

A pang of guilt that starts building when I drive away, sunglasses hiding the tears welling up so he won't be embarrassed... and bitty turns to biting, stinging and urges make a u-turn. Aching to go back home and wait (or just sit on the bench outside with a coffee and a book so I can peek in to make sure everything is OK) then walk to school to grab and hug him when the doors swing open and his classmates come running out to their moms and dads and grandmas.

Huge props for mom and dad for packing his favorites that day, treating him to a new Indians backpack.

Enormous love felt when he lowers his voice to sound cool and tell you about the day, the teacher, football passing on recess and says, 'yeah, mom, I missed you too.'

Small moments that fill my soul and remind me that I am blessed to have such ginormous love from, no longer an infant but a little-almost-big boy.

At least that's how my tiny daydream starts as this mom anticipates the very big day next week.

Stop.

Cheers to the new school year. May your littles and bigs have a wonderful one!