I'll Always, Always Carry You...

Today, I took my little boy to preschool for the last time.  

(Knox's Last Day of Preschool 5/5/2016)

When school starts back in August, he will be in Kindergarten. 

 5 days a week.  

All day long. 

 I think that means he's a big boy now.  And I couldn't possibly be prouder of him.  

But my heart just might also be hurting just a bit as well. 

 2/3 of my kids are big kids.  

And the little girl?  Well, despite my attempts to keep her little, she just seems to get bigger and bigger every day. 

 I think all my babies are gone.  And that's a tad bit heartbreaking (actually it's a lot a bit heartbreaking).

But I'm super proud too.  Like I couldn't be prouder.  Like sometimes I sit and wonder how of all the kids in the world, I got the three that I did.  

The three kids that I love so much that I feel like some days my heart might actually explode- the three kids that push me to my limits, and then cause me to love and trust God in a way that is far more genuine than it ever was before I was a Momma.

 (Knox, Daddy, & Momma- Preschool Celebration at Symsonia Elementary 5/5/2016)

Monday when I picked up Knox from school at lunch time, instead of simply holding my hand and walking to the van like he does every other day, he jumped up into my arms.  And I happily carried him to the car.  Because one of these times that he jumps up into my arms and wants me to carry him will be the last time that ever does it.  He's getting big... fast... and I pray that I'll carry him for as long as he will let me...

I'll always, always carry you, little buddy.