The picture is from his first day of school. He seemed to "grow up" that day, at least in my eyes. I still get a little rush of pride when I drop him off at school every morning and see him enter the building on his own. I love to hear him talk about the things that happen at school or about his friends. A part of me feels sad that I can't actually experience these things with him, but I know it's all a part of growing up and learning to be independent. I joke to him that he'll always be my little baby to which he says "Mom, I'm not a baby!"
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