He has been really excited for this, and to be honest, I have dreaded it since the day he was born.
My husband told me gently the other day that it is not supposed to be a sad time, it is supposed to be a really happy time. I needed that. He is so right. I was not really sad for this day to come, just a bit nostalgic, thinking about when he was first born, when it was just him and I.
He was so happy to get there, he ran out of the car to greet his friend. I was so happy to see him like that. When it was time to line up and say good bye, he had a little set back, which was really hard. He did not want to go, and hung onto me like a koala bear. It ended up being fine, and I held myself together, but cried (like a baby) on the way home.
When I went to pick him up, he ran to me and told me he had so much fun, and he didn't even think about me.
I never thought I would be happy to hear him say that, but I was. I really was.