I feel a good cry coming on.
Today my Grace will start kindergarten.
Tomorrow my Baby Ruth turns 2.
Neither of them are babies anymore.
If I said it once I’ve said it a thousand times:
I wish I could freeze time.
Today I have to let Grace turn into an “official” kid.
Tomorrow I have to say goodbye to Ruth’s baby years.
I love my girls.
With all my heart.
And I have a hard time letting go.
My husband keeps telling me that I will only love and enjoy each of them more and more as they continue to grow…and I know that he’s right…but for today I’ll be in desperate need of tissues, cuddles, and at least 3 giant Dr. Peppers.
I wish I was cooler, tougher, or at the very least not a giant cry baby.
But I’m not….which is why I’ll be wearing my giant sunglasses to drop Grace off at school.
Pray that I make it back to the car before that good cry begins!