I can barely believe how big my boy is. Fourth grade. My, my. As he stood ready for the picture taking to commence, there he was ... all tall and charming and smiling with confidence. It was all I could do not to run over and start kissing him.
And sweet Lucette. Second grade this year. My very first year of teaching was at second grade, and what a lovely age it is. All adorable and precious, but so smart and capable! Miss Jane is going to miss her sister.
Ah, my babies. Growing up, even though I told them to stop. And while there is part of me that wishes I really could keep them little, what a joy it is to watch them grow.