it's fitting that this is a picture of parker walking away from me because today i dropped off his kindergarten application and so now he is basically WALKING OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER. no but seriously. i am the woman who would literally do his childhood over again if i was granted a wish. have him come out as a newborn and give the whole thing a repeat? where do i sign?! he was in a beco, on my chest, repeatedly spitting up down my shirt like yesterday. this process of letting go over and over again is so hard on my heart. i just want to freeze time. so after dropping them, asking some questions, envisioning him on his first day in this new place, i got in my car, cried a little with a big lump in my throat, and did what only made sense: texted my sister. moral of the story: i'm so grateful for the incredible love i share with this magical little boy and i'm so grateful for a sister who really gets it.