S graduated from preschool yesterday, and my only struggle with sentimentality was when I walked her into school. She was perfect and amazing, and I couldn't love her any more if I tried.
Before her last day of preschool.
Getting ready to sing.
Announcing that when she grows up, she'd like to be a princess, a ballerina, a teacher, and a gymnastics owner.
Please note she's standing on a pew. She's not quite that tall yet.
M, however, is standing on the floor. He is that freakishly tall.
Leaving preschool for the last time.
Please note the difference between the boys' table and the girls'.