First Day of School: 6th Grade

Last week, JT gave tours of our school campus to some new students.  I heard him explain to a new parent that this year would mark his 9th year at the school.

Nine years.

It's hard for me to wrap my mind around that much time.  Like it was yesterday, I remember the walk to pre-K 3.  He held my hand and seemed so small when I kissed him goodbye.  These days, nap time has been replaced by break.  Cubbies have been replaced by lockers.  There's a stack of notebooks and school supplies that's nearly taller than JT was at the age of 3.  I feel the march of time.  Today, he headed to 6th grade under his own power.  But I still got a hug and heard, "I love you, Mama" before he walked away. 

I'll take it.