I feel like summer just started, but sadly, it's "officially" over. Some highlights of one of the best summers we've ever had:
When we're at the lake (my Grandparents' beautiful home), from sun up until sun down, fishing is Murray's favorite past time.
Coming in at close second though, is swimming and hot tubbing.
Even Rudy gets in on the action.
So, it was with a few tears yesterday, that we left the lake and prepared for Murray's first year of school. It's silly, I know, but I've never been good at change. And, though I'm often made fun of for being over-emotional, I can't help but feel a bit sad.
Our first ever back to school picture, on the sidewalk in front of our home.
And of course, we had to take one at school. Sorry about the glare - I was too nervous to get a different angle.
Standing by his backpack (or pack pack, as he calls it) and his very own hook.
I tried to get a picture of him sitting at his desk, but I couldn't see through my happy/sad tears and pushed delete by accident. Oops.
It's a bittersweet time in our lives. Big changes, but good changes. Yes, there were tears when Craig and I dropped him off this morning (not only mine, but Murray's, too), but we know without a doubt that we left him in good hands. I'm excited for him, I really am. Our love for this boy is so deep, so profound, so miraculous.
I can't wait until 2:45 today to hear all about his very first day at "schoo-uh."