Today my oldest baby graduates from Kindergarten. In four days he turns six. I'm looking at this little man, in his polo and khaki shorts, and wondering what happened? When did he get so big? Sometimes I feel like Mike and I have missed out on watching him grow because we've been so busy tending to our other three children. Somewhere in the middle of poopy diapers and 3 a.m. feedings Lincoln learned how to read. While I was mushing bananas he learned how to ride a bike and while I was folding laundry he began counting to 100. What happened? I can remember the big milestones but what about the little ones? A few years ago my friend Kimberly gave me a book titled Let Me Hold You Longer by Karen Kingsbury. It's about a mom who is watching her son grow and the whole book she wonders if she'll recognize all of his "last's". And I find myself wondering if I will recognize them as well. The last time he sneaks into bed for a snuggle, the last time he holds my hand in the grocery store, the last time he needs me to kiss an owie...the list goes on. I really hope I can start doing a better job of savoring each moment with him because the last's seem to pile up so quickly!
I'm so proud of Lincoln. He really blossomed in school this year. As much as I hate to admit it I think getting out of the house and having a purpose for the day was good for him. He really loved school and I know he's looking forward to going "all day" in first grade. And I know he'll do well. It has been a tough transition for me, sending him to school and admitting that he is growing up. I know it is inevitable but I still see that squirelly little 6 pound 13 ounce baby when I look at him. I love you Linc. Good job this year.