PreSchool Dropoff

Today, I saw Gage being dropped off for school from the adjacent train station platform. He didn’t see me and I wanted to yell his name to waive goodbye. Instead, I just smiled, watching him hobble alongside a teacher with his usual big grin and wind blown, long and curly hair. Then I realized in a few months, he will move on to another school for kindergarten and this stage will be gone forever. My little guy’s growing up too fast.