The day before the last day of school for the big kids, my baby graduated from preschool.
This was her third preschool graduation.
But this was the real deal. The end. The finale.
And I made it out of there without bawling. Which was a big deal for me.
Sure, I bawled after our last IEP (I wrote about that back here.) And a bunch to Dave about how worried I am about Kindergarten next year. Oh, and to her teacher I adore and her vision teacher I have grown so close to. And to the ladies in the front office.
But for some reason that particular graduation I was dry-eyed.
We had been busy.
We made this for her beloved teacher:
…filled with slips of paper with all of Lu’s favorite memories from the last three years, and pictures (which I have a lot of) and a gift card.
Lucy was so excited to present it.
We also made this for her darling bus drivers who have put up with me requesting drops and pick ups all over creation this year when I was out of town.
I eeked out one last story of the family of hearts who have exceptional manners that we have made up together over the year as we have sat in that spot.
A little later Dave and I met her for the big graduation.