As I'm laying in bed cuddling Ava the night before she starts 3rd grade, I can't help but think about bringing Weston to his first day of school last year. It was so stressful for me because I had just found out they changed his teacher. He loved his teacher and I knew he was going to be looking for him. I was so worried about him and if he would be scared or not. We walked down the hallway hand in hand, mostly to keep him from sprinting! When we got to the closed door I went to knock, but Weston pushed the door open, threw himself inside, and slammed the door shut in my face! I couldn't help but laugh. I was so worried and anxious for him and he was just so happy and excited to be there. He was so fearless and so brave! I was so proud of my little man in that moment. As I peered through the window and watched him explore his classroom with such confidence and joy I felt a overwhelming feeling of peace wash through my body. With a tear in my eye, I nodded to his teacher and headed home to wait for him to come home. That's the last "first day" memory I have with him. Tomorrow will be very different for us. We will be missing a major piece to our day, especially Ava. Their schools were a couple minutes away from each other and she always asked that we take Weston first so that she could go with us. She loved walking him into his class! But as we move on we carry him with us and we know he will be there with us all day, with his little polo shirt and backpack on!
