This boy is going to kindergarten.
This boy is a little nervous, more than a little excited, and so very eager to learn and engage in the world around him.
This boy has an inquisitive mind, a servant heart, and a mischievous twinkle in his eye that both disturbs and delights those entrusted with his care.
This boy has challenged my authority, besieged my sanity, and turned many a hair on my head a lovely shade of gray.
This boy was the answer to numerous prayers, a testament to God’s prevailing faithfulness, and a living expression of the meaning of “worth the wait.”
This boy will grow up, look back and read this sappy post, and likely be mortified by my mushiness – and I will nonetheless write it, because I love him.
This boy – the one who leaves messes in his wake, who embraces new adventures and leaps into opportunities, whose hugs come in the form of a tackle – the one who made me a mama – is going to thrive in school, in vocation, in life in general, all while bringing light and laughter and hopeful enthusiasm to those around him.
This boy is going to kindergarten, and I am going to miss him.