this boy of mine. we adore him. his insights, thoughts and reflections make us smile every single day. somehow he is six and he's taken the significant leap to grade one. he's crushing it. working more, bemoaning the loss of his preschool and kindergarten days still, but moving ahead with a good attitude even as he processes the differences this new school year brings. he loves his teacher, Mme Rosalie. he loves the new friendships he's forming in his new class. he loves playing soccer at recess. he's practicing reading and he's picking up French so quickly. a literal sponge.
and for the first year ever he stepped onto the bus with no obvious nerves or hesitancy. thankfully i still get the pre-board kiss and wave from the bus window. i'm holding it close while it lasts.