Ah, 'tis the season for first day of school photos and memories. It is a treat to look at the photos my dad would take of us kids out front in WI on the first day of school - might have to scan one for kicks one of these days when I'm not in a sleep-deprived haze. Remember those old plastic square lunch boxes? I'm pretty sure mine was of the care bear variety, yellow.
Luke kicked off his first day with a trip with me to our favorite Starbucks on N. Patrick - we like to sit out front with chocolate milk (him) and misto (me) and watch the cars/trucks/buses/flat beds/car transporters/dump trucks pass by to the right. To the left is a massive construction site filled with excavators, bobcats (not as cool as Grandpa's Badger one), cranes, concrete mixers. It is pretty much a state of perfection for a three year old boy.
And such a big boy he is, he waltzed into class after making eye contact with his buddy Isaac, gave me a sort of kiss, and away he went. My favorite part of school is pick-up when I get a running hug accompanied with a high-pitched "Mommy!" Fast forward 10 years and I'll be peaking out the window watching him saunter to the corner for bus pick up tearing up remembering his days as a toddler. Cry me a river, I'm tearing up right now! The days can feel long, but years whiz ("whiz" - a favorite word from the favorite book my dad and I used to read as a kid, Horton the Elephant).
P.S. Luke picked out his first day of school shirt - the turtle shirt. I was shocked it wasn't CARS, one of the two we have rotated for the past week. Maybe it was influenced by the gigantic tortoise we saw at the zoo yesterday.
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