First Day of Preschool

Today was the first day of 4 year old preschool for the twins. We met their teachers and visited their classroom last week, and they are ready to go back to school. I guess I am ready too, but I must admit that with each passing year I am less eager to let go. I know kindergarten will be here before I know it, and they will be gone every day for the next 13 years. No more morning zoo trips....visits to Fun Zone or Monkey Joe's.....picnics at the park. Enough about me.

Thomas and Elizabeth seem so big all of the sudden. Thomas' body is filling out, and he is as solid as a rock whenever I pick him up. I can't carry him up the stairs anymore....not comfortably anyway. Elizabeth's little face looks so mature.....she looks like a little girl rather than a baby girl.
I remember when they were little, and it seemed like all I did all day every day was nurse them and change them....at times I was so weary of it. Now there are days I would give anything to hold them close and nurse them....to hear those sweet sounds of delight and satisfaction as their tummies filled up with my milk. I missed Thomas and Elizabeth today. I really, really missed them. I was melancholy most of the morning.

As I picked Thomas and Elizabeth up today they were both full of excitement with tons of stories to tell me. They had such a good first day, and it warms my heart. I will try to embrace every moment with them between now and kindergarten.