Packed Grace’s very last kindergarten lunch tonight. Wow. She requested a ham, turkey, and (vegan) cheese sandwich and some fruit. I made the sandwich, using my most-treasured parenting secret weapon to make it special (run, don’t walk, to buy a large heart-shaped cookie cutter. I use it almost daily), cut up an apple, put in some pretzels and a juice box. Then I wrote a note. And fought my tears.
Tomorrow’s kindergarten “open house” is a graduation of sorts. Gulp. How did we get here? She was just born. Where’s the pause button?