I don't really know how to begin this one. I'm behind with all this. No one will really notice but me, but for some reason I feel the need to say so.
So, I'm going to ease back in and not say much.
On the Friday before the Monday she started Pre-K, I stared at her in bed before I left for work and cried. Her legs stretched so far across the bed. She looked so grown up to me. I wanted to stop time so badly.
On her first day of Pre-K, my love and I walked her in...against the rules of her new school. I really didn't give a damn. I even took my big camera in. I took a few pictures. I mostly focused on her though. I had to make sure she was OK. She was. She was just fine. She didn't even cry. She's happy. She's still happy. She's going to be just fine out there. I'm so proud of her.
This clown is in third grade. My favorite grade. I learned how to multiply in third grade. I loved everything about it. It comes easy to him...the math part...at least so far it does. He has a test on the map and all the continents tomorrow. He also has to spell intermediate on his spelling test. He seems to have it down. He's sick of me asking him how to spell it.
He threw the ball with me tonight. I love playing catch with him. I think I could do it all day and never get tired.
He wants a crew cut. I think I'm going to let him get one this weekend. I can't believe I'm going to do it, but the more I think about it, the more I think he deserves to have his hair just like he wants it.
I hope they don't mind me sweeping it all up and putting it in a zip-loc. I hope they have tissues.