Boy, it must be hormones or something (can we say PMS?). I've been so sentimental and sappy lately. Take today for instance. Today we get an acceptance letter in the mail that Carson has been officially enrolled in a preschool program. YAY! This is wonderful news. We've been working toward it for a few months now and he really needs the social interaction it'll bring. But when I got the letter today, I cried.
Because that letter meant that my baby will be gone from me four mornings a week just like his two big brothers. I'm especially hit hard because Carson is the only one out of my three that's a Mama's boy. He and I are two peas in a pod and I can't imagine spending most of the day without him. That and..well...there are no more babies at my house, ya know? I'm just so not ready for this. Carson is, mind you. He's so excited about the school and the bus he can't see straight. Me? I dread it so much I can't see straight...through my tears. Does it ever get easier? *sigh*
Ok, so in honor of my BIG little boy....here he was at just three days....and now at almost three years. *sniff*