A Moment

Today I had a "Dear Time, is there any way to pause?" moment.  All dolled up in his starched khakis, freshly pressed white shirt, plaid Easter tie, and black loafers (I lost one battle), Mr. A was sitting quietly in the backseat while I drove him to preschool for his last day and his "Spring Sing" and graduation program.  It was so quiet back there that I turned around to look.  He was staring out the window gazing at the trees whizzing by and the spring colors coming to life. 

All of a sudden he looked so old to me.  And so handsome.  My not-so-little boy growing up and getting all big on me.  I like it.  I don't like it.  I'm torn.  Now I get ready to throw him out into that big, bad world of even more other world influences and thoughts and feelings and WORDS.  Oh, the words.  I'm not ready.  So, for now I'll just keep his cute, innocent smirk in the back of my mind and remember just how very much I love this little boy and all that he has brought with him to life.  His vigor, his energy.  Oh, the energy.  His giggle, his tender heart, his enthusiasm, his inquisitive mind, his sneaky ways (he managed to get off the swings , go to the freezer, and sit on the front porch eating 8 Otter Pops today before anyone noticed), and his fun-loving attitude. 

Happy Graduation Day, Mr. A!  Here's to the many more that lay ahead.  Far, far, far ahead.  In the way, super duper distant, very distant future.