Ez is going to kindergarten in a few days. I am having a bit of a hard time dealing with it. For so many reasons. He is my baby. My last child. His cheeks are still soft and squishy. He frustrates me to no end and I lose my temper with him but we still get to have those gooey moments when he wants to be as close as he can. He says I smell so good. He touches my hair. He kisses my forehead.
This adoration goes away eventually. And they get so busy. And skinny. And they don't need these tender moments quite so much.
So when I read Anna Maria Horner's post about her daughter going away to school I seriously bawled.