I've been feeling pretty blue for the past couple of months and have been frantically trying to put my finger on the reason(s) why.  There are things I need to change, and I'm working on them.  But there is one HUGE thing that is looming at me and I have absolutely no control over it.

This guy is going to Kindergarten in 13 days.  THIRTEEN!!!

And he's taking his girls with him.

I am beyond thrilled for these 3 to start this adventure.  I am so excited to see them out in the world and showing what they've got.  They're ready for it.  But today I'm going to go ahead and admit just how incredibly sad it makes me to see them go. 

They have filled my days with noise and love for 3+ years.  They have thrown everything they had at me and then some, and we all made it through to the other side.  We've been through potty training, new siblings, and moves, counting, spelling, and writing.  We've sung songs and danced like maniacs when no one else was around to watch.  We built forts and roads and castles.  We've painted and baked. 

I've said good bye to my fair share of kids over the years.  I've watched them go off to Kindergarten and move on, quickly forgetting their preschool years in exchange for the bigger adventures the world holds for them.  And I've been okay with that.  But this time?  This time I welcomed them not only into my home but into my heart so openly that it feels like a little piece of me is leaving with each one.  And just for today I'm going to go ahead and admit how much that hurts.