This is it!

The child is fed and bathed, the backpack is packed, the clothes are layed out, and everything from the inside out is labeled with his cute little name. He is excited, he is anxious, he is curious, he is ADORABLE. I am ok. I have cried minimally. (Ray seems fine too, but swears if he cries when we drop him off he's homeschooling him.) I have reminisced in my head, about the day I brought him home from the hospital and how he smelled and how he needed only me. And about how he wanted only me. Now he is ready to go out and explore wide open spaces with the rest of 'em, the little 5 year olds who no longer only need and want Mommy & Daddy. I always knew this day would come, and I dreaded the feeling I would have in the pit of my stomach. I am so excited and sad at the same time. I know, I know, he isn't walking down the aisle just yet, but this is major, so humor me. It's cliche, but it goes so fast. When people tell you that (usually when you're on the verge of strangling them), you say "yeah, whatever." But it's true, and it did go by fast. My little Jackson Hans is a Kindergartener. I am so proud of him.