Preschool Eve

 

How is it that we’ve gone from this…

to this…

My sons -

Tonight, as you are snuggled in to your beds, surrounded by bookies and teddy bears, my mind can’t seem to help but drift back to the days that have flashed by us these past years with both of you.  The surprise of knowing you were coming, 11 weeks of bed rest, NICU, chubby babies, savoring your milestones, relishing in the gift of being called “Mommy” by you.

I have loved having you all to myself these past few years.  Not having to share you with anybody else.  Not wanting to share you with anybody else.  You were mine to mold. Mine to shape. Mine to kiss. Mine to love. Mine to grow.

And now you have.  There’s no stopping it I suppose.  And even though part of me wishes time could just be frozen in this place – when you both still call a hood a hook, and when you still want to hold my hand as we walk in to a store – part of me also loves watching your wings spread – even just a little bit.

You’re ready for this.  Even if it’s just two mornings a week, which is plenty for me, you are ready.

Grayson, you told me that you are most excited for doing alphabet stamping.

You are most fearful of falling on the playground and “bledding” and them not having any band aids to patch you up.

Ethan, you are most excited for puppet shows.

You are most nervous about accidentally hanging your back pack up on the wrong hook.

I am so, so proud of you my sons.  Your Dad and I wish you all the best this world has to give you.  As you take your first tiny, size toddler 11, steps away from us tomorrow – we will be cheering you on.  Wiping a tear or two as you walk away, but bursting with excitement about what lies ahead.

We love you fiercely and are truly your biggest fans.

Go get’m boys.