Our big boy started 4 day preschool the day after Labor Day. He is at a new school this fall, St. John's, and loves it! I am so thankful for the loving, forgiving, smart, unbelievably imaginative little boy he is, yet I miss the chunky, cuddly, cooing baby he was. Where does the time go? On our hard days (and Lord knows they're really not that hard) I get frustrated and long for those baby days. Then I begin thinking about the future and homework, insane schedules, girls and peer pressure and I realize these are the good days, the easy days. Today I can protect him and teach him and watch him. "Hold onto today," I tell myself, "for tomorrow will come too quickly."
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