Today was the end of Little Dudes first year of preschool.
He has so loved preschool.
When I would drop him off he'd skip down the hall, happy and excited. When I would pick him up, he would run out with a smile on his face and jump into my arms.
He would hug his best friend and the two of them would walk out to their mommy's vans holding hands.
Today was different. There was no smile. No running. He tried to carry a big brave boy composer. But his lip quivered just ever so slightly that I knew he was sad.
We snapped a quick photo with his teacher.
Then he fell into my arms, buried his head into my neck to hide his face.
I could feel his warm tears on my neck.
"Go! Go!" he whimpered, motioning toward the door wanting to leave.
Today there was no goodbye hug for his best friend; no walking her to her van.
Today he just wasn't up to it.
I tried to get a last day of school picture in the same spot that we took our first day of school picture. But he just clung to me tighter.
I'm so glad that he loved preschool that much. Glad that we decided to keep him there next year rather than moving him into the program at our elementary school. Sad that his heart was sad. (I've never had a kiddo react that way to the end of school!!!) But looking forward to all of the fun and adventure that we will have this summer.
