The Time of His Life.

Today was his second day of preschool.

And because he was again so excited and chose his clothes to be just right I had to take his picture.
I had handed him shorts and a t-shirt this morning and he looked at me as though I was crazy.

"I have school today!"

He ran to his room, chose this polo shirt and was dressed in no time. My favorite part, the bright Lightning McQueen socks sticking out from his shoes.

Oh that's my Henry!

Several of my friends have told me how surprised they are that I haven't written about this huge milestone of going to preschool and how I feel about it.

I'm pretty surprised myself. I haven't had much time to really think about how I feel about it besides being excited along with him.

He is my ever smiling, happy go lucky, independent boy. I didn't worry that he'd waver or cry when I left that first day. I didn't wonder if he'd sit and play alone or if he'd find friends right away. I didn't question if he'd have a good time or how he'd respond to his teacher's requests.

From the moment he was born I have felt that when I look at his eyes, this is a boy that I know. I recognize. So familiar.

I know my son and I know how much he needs this right now. He needs this freedom and these hours without me. He needs to learn some hard lessons. Like, when you crumple up your cup at snack time you won't get anymore to drink. Ahem.

He needs to make new friends without me. He needs to feel big.

He feels so big, so proud, so old going to school, you know.

My heart is soaring for and with him.

Hardly a minute of the two and half hours he's gone goes by without me thinking about him.

But I'm not sad or worrying or concerned, I'm merely picturing my little boy having what he pretty much considers, the time of his life.

Celebrating the first week of school at "the ice cream store" after preschool today. We even let Miss E have a taste of his Starkist.