In 8 days, my first-born…this guy
that’s surely trying to break my heart
or just drive me crazy
is going to bring me
He’s going to start kindergarten y’all.
And I am not ready. I don’t know how 5 years has passed. I don’t know how he’s grown this much.
I don’t know how I’m not going to cry that ugly cry next Thursday.
My baby is growing up and I can’t seem to make him slow down. He’s excited. I’m excited for him. And I’m nervous. And worried about everything he will see and hear. About what he’ll be taught. About how he’ll be treated.
I’m truly not sure how I can survive this.
I’m just saying,
(If I’m scare for a few weeks, don’t give up on this spot. We’re in the final push for the house and then there’s moving, kindergarten starting, preschool starting again for JL, Rhett starting to eat solids (which means I’m making baby food again), work and life in general. I will be back, I promise, with stories, pictures, and how-to’s I’ve been saving up!)