My B-I-G boy....

I knew today was coming.

Heavens...I knew it when he was born!  The days were already numbered.

The day would come when he would leave for school.  REAL school.

Not preschool; only a couple of hours a couple of days a week.

But the R-E-A-L school where it's every day.  And in this case, starting in October, all day.

It was tough dropping him off.  

The whole family went!  (Even Zoey tried to come!)

Parking was CRAZY! 

 And Josh did great!  Until he realized it was FOR REAL. 

His little eyes got red.  You know the look when you're about to cry.

But by golly....he did great.  He held it in.  He tried to be brave.

Seeing your baby cry and be scared is hard.  But then you see he's grown.  And he's trying to be brave.  Which makes him look even more mature.  

And then I tried to be brave.

Kiss on the cheek.  A hug.  You'll do great.  And let's leave.  

I think I even saw Daddy tear up.  Although he'll probably never admit to it.  

It was tough.  

On everyone.

Even Macey on the way home asked, "Where is Josh?"  

   
The only one happy to see him 'go' was Zoey.  A 3 hour break from pestering.  Ha Ha!