The year of the pink tennis shoes
This is her, "Mom, I am tired of taking pictures" smile
entering the chapel with her classmates
Is it really the end of summer and time for another school year? I feel like the same collective broken record with other parents who are scratching their heads and asking, "Gosh, where did the time go? I can't believe my child is starting a new school year." Sigh. Saylor is in third grade this year. I still feel like I am licking the wounds from where the apron strings were torn when she started Kindergarten 4 yrs ago.
My comfort is knowing that she goes to a fabulous school where she gets to learn about God and His abundant love on a daily basis amongst her peers. The teachers are phenomenal and she has the most energetic wonderful 3rd grade teacher this Mom could ask for.
So with a bit of reluctance, I fall back into the swing of things like packing school lunches, signing papers, spelling word lists, and checking homework while secretly hoping I could keep her at this age and grade forever. Then again, I said that last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and the year.....
Sealed with a Kiss, Kirsten
S.W.A.K.
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