the first day.

he did it.

I did it. (that was the amazing part)

Although he is so very tiny, I cannot believe how big he is.

Big enough to decide just exactly what he wanted for breakfast (waffles with bananas)

Big enough to choose his own first-day-of-school-outfit (although it did take him some time to choose between the shirt that actually said "Star Wars", or Darth Vader....oh the choices todays five-year-olds-face)

Big enough that he was (literally, as you can see from the photos) bursting with excitement and not a hint of doubt.

I wish I could be so big.

Luckily, this morning it started to rain.

Poooooooooouuuring rain.

It was a nice distraction.

We waited in the car,

and then made a mad dash to the door.

Laughing so hard, and soaking wet.

The kids were handed a muffin and juice, the moms a package of tissues.

I swore I wouldn't need them (I have had enough "practice" cries over the past few weeks....I thought it was out of my system)

But as I was squeezed and kissed for "one more time",

and sent him off to line up,

the ugly face came.

You know the one.

The one where you try so hard not to let the tears out,

so your face stretches and strains,

and fights not to produce tears.

I kept my gaze low, as to avoid the other moms,

wearing their ugly faces as well.

I was so thankful for my phone, that caught that last photo of him happily waving goodbye proving he's not TOO big to still openly love his mama.

I waved back and wore my ugly face out in to the rain, where I welcomed it to mix with my tears as I took my time back to the car.

The rain began to let up, as did my tears. And wouldn't you know....the sun is out now! The boy is home, and we have (excitedly) gone over every minute of his morning away.

And it really didn't seem too bad:)

Tomorrow should be better...there looks to be no rain in sight.

phew.