He's in the chair in his undies playing Angry Birds. I just went through his backpack. Dude, there was a lot of stuff. Packets of homework to keep the skills up over the summer. A thick book of math worksheets, end of the year summation notes, and a scrapbook of the big events for Theo's class.
I could not stop my tears, so I just set the papers aside, put my hands over my face and let them drop. I asked Theo, "How did you get to be 6 1/2 and finished with kindergarten!?"
"Wait. I'm 6 1/2? Cool."
His sister, in an effort to console me suggested I use my next birthday wish to wish they were babies again. So sweet. But. Really. I don't want them to be babies again, because I want them to grow and experience their own life adventures. I love that they are 5 and 6 (and 3), this is wonderful, too.
Sigh. My Loves.
