...and I feel fine. Just a little REM flashback for all you ladies in your 30's who know who that band is.
But seriously, I have been fine with all the "ends" we have experienced this week, save one.
Mia's last day in the preschool department at MRCC:
Next week she goes to Journey Land. There are 5th graders there. They are really big and loud. But even so, I'm cool with it.
Saying their prayers. Is this not precious?
Andy and Mia with their favorite bible school teacher, Mrs. McBride:
"The last day of Sonshine School ever in your whole life" breakfast date with Daddy:
More proof of my recessive genes:
Mia has absolutely loved her teachers, Mandy and Jennifer.
She told me she was "kinda sad and kinda excited" to be going to big school next year. Fair enough.
Oh yah, and it was Bode's last day of SSS.
These poor ladies are getting straight into heaven for what they went through with him this year.
But here is my one issue. This has brought both Mia and me to tears fairly regularly the past month or so. I know better. I tell myself to let it go. But my heart won't listen to my head and as a result I have started acting like a two-year-old who doesn't get her way.
It's disgraceful. I hate it. Yet I can't stop myself.
You are most likely looking at the last over-sized hair accessory that will ever be in Mia's hair.
I know, I know, it's shocking.
Being a mother is sometimes painful. We must accept that.
And sometimes we must see a doctor to learn how to cope with our child's insistence on having unCHIed, unbrushed, unstraightened-with-product hair just hanging there with nothing to distract us from it.
It's going to be a long journey, but I'll get there.