Oh, I love him.
The first day of preschool came and went and there were no tears.
No, I didn't cry. I didn't! Can you believe it?
(I almost did. And then, later, when I was working out and U2's "One" came on, my eyes were as full as fish tanks.)
We sat in the endless drop-off line with great excitement. Thomas already loves it because we inch along at less than a mile an hour, and he gets to be unbuckled from his car seat and GO SIT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAR. It's major, in his opinion.
He climbed out of the car with Mrs. J., ready to go. Then, after walking to the door, he turned around. It's one of those moments where I wish I had taken a picture, but the image will stay with me forever. I'll remember it when I'm old and I'm going through my memories, all the snapshots rattling around your head, the ones you created with a blink and a realization of I never want to forget this. If you could travel back in time, you could step into this moment.
He waved, and I saw his little mouth say bye-bye, his eyes wide with excitement.
I'll never forget. I could live a thousand years, and that memory will be like a ruby in a ring. Precious.