The sun is just peeking through and I'm enjoying a quiet house before the bustle of the day. The end of the school year always has me emotional, so many milestones reached, so many teachers to feel endlessly grateful for, all of the presentations and events and field days to feel both exhausted by and great pride in. But this year is especially emotional, with two boys moving on and graduating I'm particularly sentimental. Each drop off, each lunch packed, each end of the day sharing of stories has been tearing at my heart a bit. This parenting thing is tremendously beautiful and heart wrenching, taking great pride in the children you've been raising while watching them break free to live away from you, my mama heart is full, but also a bit cracked open.