As planned, Garrin and I headed up to school a wee bit later than usual.
Today would be the first day that he would walk into the gates and onto the playground
And that he did.
As I flopped on the ground, kicking, screaming and bawling...
ok I didn't,
but I wanted to.
I stood there watching my youngest go off on his own,
to join his friends on the playground.
Did I say dammit yet?
But what can I expect. Look at this kid.
He is growing up - the spitting image of his brother.
And don't you know, I could photoshop a mustache on and put moles all over this kids face
and he'd still be adorable.
Oh and it's only Monday. Can I do this all week? We shall see.