Last Day of High School

             Last night, my husband asked me to leave the camera on the kitchen counter. He wanted to take a picture of our son Mark on his LAST day of high school!

We just can't believe he zoomed through school so quickly.

We remembered back to when we took him to preschool at the age of four.  He was excited about his new lunch box and especially the cookies inside, but when we opened the front door of the school, he froze.

Then he leaped into my husband's arms and clung to him like a wet bathing suit, splashing terrifed tears all over the little classroom.

Hubby motioned for me to leave. No need for a hysterical mother, too.

Of course, I planted myself near the closest window and watched as my husband scraped the screamer off his suit, bravely kissed him goodbye and left!

Mark ended up loving preschool, but

every morning when I dropped him off, he ran to this window to wave goodbye to me.

It seems like yesterday he nervously sat on my lap for this picture taken on his first day of Kindergarten:

I was so happy because after working as a news reporter for eighteen years,  I didn't want to miss any more fun with my kids, so I quit working full time and stayed home to write books.

Mark attended afternoon kindergarten, and I cherished every morning with him,

our special time.

I loved watching the kids scamper off the bus in the afternoon.

Those school years hold such sweet memories.

On the first day of every school year, I took their picture.

and, time started to ZOOM!

And, zoom...

And, ZOOM!

That's how fast it whizzed by!

He grew up right before our very eyes.

He went from the school scaries to the Principal's Honor Roll.

So as Hubby snapped his picture pulling out of the driveway on his LAST day...

Hubby was sad.

But, I must admit...I was a wee GLAD.

I'll never have to trip over his bookbag again!

We gave it our heart & soul.

We raised two kids!

We're ready for the next step...