This past weekend our beautiful boy graduated from his preschool. It was a lovely celebration of his time there, and a day that made him feel super proud of himself, and us even prouder of the little boy he is becoming.
It was only sprung on me at the last minute that this was a hats, gowns and scrolls kind of graduation. I had kind of figured that he'd stand with his fellow class mates and they'd get a certificate and that would be it. But no, this was the real deal with all the pomp and ceremony of a graduation... and I for one loved it. It was a fitting tribute to what has been such an amazing time for him. And it was amazing to get to celebrate that with him.
I confess I fought back a big lump in my throat as the preschool manager presented "the class of 2015" and they each filed in in their outfits. There was that nagging feeling in my heart of "how did we get here already?". But it quickly disappeared when I saw his huge beaming smile; he could not have looked prouder of himself, nor more grown up, or more handsome (but then I am his Mummy, so I would think that).
I think I grinned from ear to ear the entire time as I watched him with his friends, waiting for his name to be called to go and collect his scroll and book. And when his time came, instead of shaking hands he went for a big high-five... of course he did... that's just him all over!
I'm pretty sure that it hasn't fully sunk in for him yet that this signals the beginning of the end of his preschool days. Because while he is oh-so-excited to start school in September, I'm not so sure he realises that means leaving "his preschool ladies" behind. But I'm glad he got to have this special occasion to mark this moment in time.
And he clearly got that it was a very special moment, because he even requested a "family meal" out at a restaurant afterwards... and who were we to refuse.
^ our little graduate of the class of 2015
^ so big and yet so little at the same time
^ super proud mummy
^ and a very proud daddy too
^ because it's obligatory to have your photo taken with your parents when you graduate
^ and because when four year olds graduate they just want to scream with excitement
^ well.... how could we not?!?!?!
^ at his requested graduation 'family meal'
^ god I so love this little gang of mine