and he's gone...

That's how I feel...like he's gone...forever.

Now, while he's living with us, he'll never NOT be a student (well at least we hope!  Ha.).

Then, he'll move out and go to college and drink under age and party and not call home and won't hug me anymore, I won't know where he's at or what he's doing at all times, he will skip class and eat frozen pizzas and cheetos all day and will be embarrassed of me.

Okay, that may be a bit overboard, but in this moment, that's how I feel.

I want time to freeze...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want him to always willingly pose with his arm around me for pictures.
I want him to always give me kisses when I ask for them or even when I don't.  I want him to flash me the "I love you" sign unprompted and hold my hand when he is walking next to me.

He didn't look back when he got out of the van...not once.
He ran off to line up with his class.
He didn't even say goodbye.

We are so proud of him and I am just not ready to have a Kindergartener yet...not at all.
I remember like it was YESTERDAY when we were praying for a child, when we got "the call", when we layed eyes on him for the first time and then minutes later, put him in our car and drove away.  I will never forget his 1st birthday, his first steps, first word, first surgery.  I will never forget this day.
It's still unreal to me that my baby is a Kindergartener...because that's what he is, he's my BABY!
We love you Tate Kenneth and are so proud of the little boy you have become!