The kids were pretty happy too. The truth is, we all know we need some structure and routine that involves more than annoying each other and Mincecraft.
Sixth. Fifth. Second.
And Little Miss Lu will start 3 year old preschool on Friday.
Maybe I should be sadder than I am. But this stage in parenting is pretty neat. And fairly enjoyable. And while I'm sure the hardest years are still ahead of us (hello puberty)...the years are meant to come. These kiddos are meant to grow and live life. I mean, I'm sure I was a pretty rad 12 year old, but I'm pretty dang glad to have not stayed there. So are my parents.
It's a gift to watch them grow. It's a gift I'm not guaranteed or promised. So, with each moment they grow, I'm going to embrace it the best I can. And pray like crazy for God's grace to cover and fill and seep into every nook and cranny of all our lives.
And celebrate it with a venti iced caramel macchiato. And two cake-pops.
And for the record: I was a total rock-star mom today. Got up early, made a healthy breakfast, remembered the First Day Photo shoot. If only I could bottle me up to use again tomorrow...because it's likely that version of myself only shows up on First Days.