Living Life By Grace: The Graduate

My first born. He's just precious. Really. The book on birth order? It was written based on this boy. Kind, loving, ~~anal~~ orderly, thoughtful, rough and tumble, all boy, rule follower, and did I say loving? And boy does he love Jesus. And us. And all 4 grandparents. And other family. And dinosaurs. And newly added, gems. And french fries. In that order. (His love of all things science did NOT come from me).
And now he's off to big school in the fall. I can hardly stand it! I always said I would never be the mom that cried dropping her child off at big school. Well sure, when they are 2 or 3 that seems heavenly. At school all day? Hot dog, sign me up! What I didn't realize, is that by age 5 (almost 6), they are FUN. They are easy. They are actually helpful to have around. And you enjoy their company. Makes me think for a brief second about homeschooling. But only briefly.
For his last day of school, he had a precious graduation ceremony... songs, performances with musical instruments, the whole nine yards. And I only cried a few times. Pretty much kept my composure. However, this same precious kid has not 1 but 2 loose teeth in the bottom. So loose they lay flat forward when pushed by the tongue. I think I may cry harder over him losing his first 2 teeth than graduation. Where does the time go?