The summer vacation is over. Finally!
I had hyperventilated at the start of the break as to how will we survive the super long vacation. But as I was getting the boy ready for his "first day of kindergarten", I knew I wasn't ready.
All I wanted was one more day of sleeping in; just one more cuddling up and reading a book under the sheets; just another chance of messing up the kitchen together; one more dip at the community pool; one more after dinner ice cream treat and the list goes on.
The boy was excited to go to the "big school" in a school bus. The entire preschool year I had a tough time dropping him off. He would cling to me and his teacher had to literally peel him off me. It ached my heart a little when he gave me a hurried hug and a careless kiss and marched into the big yellow bus and didn't even look back. I sighed.