August 26th...First Day of School

Well...we did it! Wyatt is officially in Pre-k. I have no idea how this day got here so quickly!! It feels like just yesterday I couldn't wait for him to be able to hold his own bottle.

 Last night I read "The Kissing Hand" to Wyatt before bed.  So before leaving the house this morning, we made sure we had all kissed each others hands so we would be able to put our "kissing hands" up to our cheeks if we started missing each other throughout the day. Wyatt drew a heart on my hand (where he had kissed it) and a star on daddy's (but it turned out to be a cross...which Wyatt thought was funny since daddy is a pastor.)  I'm not going to lie...I put my kissed hand up to my face several times today as I was doing things around the house.  I missed my little man!

Wyatt did great when we got to school...up until the very last kisses. But even then, it wasn't too bad.  He just shed a few quick tears, but I think he was more anxious just listening to some of the other kids screaming and crying.  I was able to make it until after I got out of the cafeteria door...then the waterworks began for me.  As I turned to walk away, I had such a hard time dealing with the fact that he was the same age of the kids I used to teach.  He really is that big!  It just felt so foreign to me.  This time, I wasn't the teacher on the first day of school...I was the mommy dropping her little boy off on his very first day of school.  I had to remember all the times I had said to moms, "Quick goodbyes leave dry eyes."  So I tried hard to take my own advice that I had given all those mommy's in years past.  And I might not have been the first mommy to leave, but I wasn't the last either!  I must say, I was pretty proud of myself.  I mean, it could have been a lot worse!

As Matt and I were walking back to the car, we saw this.  Only in small town west Texas do you see horses in the drop-off line at school!

We also started a new tradition today.  Every "first day" picture will tell what he wants to be when he grows up.  It should be interesting how it changes through the years.  Wyatt first told me he wanted to be a baseball player, then quickly changed it to a basketball player.  But as I was walking away he said..."No.  Never mind.  I want to be a preacher!"  That could be because he thinks his daddy is the coolest person to have ever walked the earth.