I'm not going to try to explain it here. I know it would take too many words (I've already written an 800 word essay about it) and it would induce tears . . . all over again.
Suffice it to say that tomorrow I will no longer be the mother of a preschooler. Ever. Again.
After more than twenty years of having little ones home with me, the season is ending.
Fall has come in so many ways.
I spent today with Ivy.
Clutching onto every moment, every giggle, every smile, every squeeze.
Clutching onto every moment, every giggle, every smile, every squeeze.
And then another blow to mommy. My baby has a wiggly tooth.
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