Which means W is now a senior in high school.
My baby, the senior.
O. M. G.
I can so clearly remember the first day of pre-school with him clinging so hard to me & crying when I dropped him off. It was hard for me to contain my own tears.
I know this coming year will just fly by. And it will be even harder to let go (for me) on the day when we have to drop him off in college.