Another year has gone by. I feel like it was just yesterday and I was dragging my kids out into the beautiful Labor Day light to take the yearly “night before” photos before kindergarten and third grade. Now it’s the eve of first and fourth grade. Our summer is over. It went too fast.
I got a mandatory from work again this year so I could spend the day with them. It was a low key one. They played with friends. We had sweet corn for supper. They showered and ate ice cream in their PJ’s. We snuggled on the couch. Evie’s head on Darin’s chest, and Eli cuddled up in a ball on my lap. I was all chipper and smiles as I tucked them in and prayed through my tears, thankful it was dark so they couldn’t see them. I’m trying not to think about the several times the past weeks that Eli burst into tears when asked about first grade and through the tears said, “But I’m gonna miss you, mom!” I’m trying not to think about the big hug Evie gave me earlier today saying she was nervous about starting and that she wasn’t quite ready to go back. I know it will be fine, and I know they will do fine, but it’s always a rough one for me. Always. And I think that’s okay.
It will be the first time, EVER, that I won’t have a child home with me at some point during the day. That they will BOTH be gone for seven hours. I thought sending Evie off to first grade was harder than kindergarten. And wow, sending Eli is like 10 times harder. Because he’s my youngest. And this is it. And I know I will be fine. I’m honestly kind of sick of the, “What are you going to do all day, Stacey?” questions. I’ll keep myself busy, don’t you worry. I’m just going to miss them. Always. And I think that’s okay.
So here are the photos from what has become a yearly tradition. Tomorrow we will all start a new adventure. Deep breaths. Lots of prayers. And big smiles when I look at what awesome little people they have become.