Goodbye, Preschool

My baby boy graduated from preschool this past week. His name was called, he walked up on that stage with a construction paper mortar board cap upon his head, gave a presidential wave to all of us watching, then happily received his diploma and hug.



I was there. I watched him. I took my requisite pictures. I cheered for him. I gave him the biggest congratulatory hug and I was bubbling with pride for my little "bubba" for finishing preschool.

It feels like just a few days ago, he was this pouty little one:



Now he's this one:



And soon he'll be headed off to kindergarten.

As we were driving away from the school afterwards, Chipmunk spoke up from the backseat, "I'm going to miss preschool...I wish it was longer."

Me too, son. Me, too.