It seems like yesterday that I was getting teary-eyed dropping Blake off for his first day of Preschool, and now we've already come to graduation.
And instead of me crying this time, Blake literally had tears streaming down his cheeks throughout the evening about all of the following:
He wanted to sit with us and not with his class.
He didn't want to say goodbye to his teacher.
He didn't ever want to meet his new teacher.
He didn't want to get older and become a grown up.
He didn't want to die.
It's a good thing his cuteness disguised the wreck of an emotional state he was in.
His homework assignment for the graduation program was to decorate a picture of himself.
All of his classmates' interpretations of themselves were displayed.
Oh how I love preschoolers.
Blake had a very special role as Jack-jumping-over-the-candlestick. He cleared the candle with flying colors.
He cried about the separation from his best buddy Brycen as well.
Blake asked me when we came home that night, "Is Miss Julie at home crying because she misses me?" We are so grateful for his teacher who has helped him grow leaps and bounds this year.