You can't possibly know this, but I paused for a moment to let that sink in. Stopped typing and everything. And this was after I had all day Tuesday to get used to the idea.
I made waffles for breakfast and insisted on first-morning-of-school pictures. And then Michael and Amy drove off. Were there tears? Maybe one. Or two.
I swear I am turning into my mother.
Here's to a great last year of high school for my first born!
Waffles with a side of Country Crock. I never realized how huge that tub is...
It was a little chilly, but Amy refused to wear a coat or sweater.
She's not ready to admit winter is coming.
Rebecca saying goodbye - she starts classes on Thursday.
Pretty sure he wasn't this tall when I dropped him off for first grade.
And they're off in Amy's Firebird. (The poor Fiero is still not running.)
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