One-cent folders
For those of you who routinely deny your inner nerd (you know who you are), allow me to remind you that back to school is the second most wonderful time of the year.
Rulers.
Hole punches.
Sticky notes.
Insulated lunchboxes.
Clean spiral notebooks.
Backpacks with organizing compartments.
A rainbow of portfolio folders, perfect for color-coding.
Pencil cases full of tall, wooden, yellow pencils, bendy pink erasers, and shiny paper clips.
New three-ring binders with dividing tabs neatly marking distinct subject areas, filled with identical stacks of crisp, white filler paper.
I'm getting excited.
So you all understand how hard it is for me to pass up the incredible back-to-school deals all over everywhere. At Trey's preschool all of the supplies are provided.
Just one more year until I get to jump in there and clench hold of the self-gratification of paying mere pennies for all of Trey's new school gear.
One year.
One year.
This thought hit me while outlet shopping at the beach. Of course summer clothes are on clearance, and in the act of browsing the size sixes Trey would be wearing next year at this time, it hit me.
These would be the clothes he'll wear to school.
School.
Not preschool. Just...school.
And I started to cry a little bit, and quickly shoved the $5 polo shirt back onto the rack.
It's overwhelming, this relentless march of time. While there is so much joy in watching the boys learn and grow, more and more I am fighting the urge to snatch them up into a cradle hold while sobbing greeting-card sentiments every time they run by. They would think I had gone completely postal.
But I am wrapping them in bear hugs. And giggling at their silliness. And taking hundreds of pictures.
For as we face our last year of Trey being all ours, and as we face the descent of Aden's top front teeth (and thus the beginning of the end of the baby face), every moment is precious. Invaluable. Worth remembering.
We have a saying around here, typically quoted during high-decibal frenzies or 3AM bed swaps:
"One day we'll miss this. Not today, but one day we'll miss this."
One day will come all too soon. Let us soak up today...
Rulers.
Hole punches.
Sticky notes.
Insulated lunchboxes.
Clean spiral notebooks.
Backpacks with organizing compartments.
A rainbow of portfolio folders, perfect for color-coding.
Pencil cases full of tall, wooden, yellow pencils, bendy pink erasers, and shiny paper clips.
New three-ring binders with dividing tabs neatly marking distinct subject areas, filled with identical stacks of crisp, white filler paper.
I'm getting excited.
So you all understand how hard it is for me to pass up the incredible back-to-school deals all over everywhere. At Trey's preschool all of the supplies are provided.
Just one more year until I get to jump in there and clench hold of the self-gratification of paying mere pennies for all of Trey's new school gear.
One year.
One year.
This thought hit me while outlet shopping at the beach. Of course summer clothes are on clearance, and in the act of browsing the size sixes Trey would be wearing next year at this time, it hit me.
These would be the clothes he'll wear to school.
School.
Not preschool. Just...school.
And I started to cry a little bit, and quickly shoved the $5 polo shirt back onto the rack.
It's overwhelming, this relentless march of time. While there is so much joy in watching the boys learn and grow, more and more I am fighting the urge to snatch them up into a cradle hold while sobbing greeting-card sentiments every time they run by. They would think I had gone completely postal.
But I am wrapping them in bear hugs. And giggling at their silliness. And taking hundreds of pictures.
For as we face our last year of Trey being all ours, and as we face the descent of Aden's top front teeth (and thus the beginning of the end of the baby face), every moment is precious. Invaluable. Worth remembering.
We have a saying around here, typically quoted during high-decibal frenzies or 3AM bed swaps:
"One day we'll miss this. Not today, but one day we'll miss this."
One day will come all too soon. Let us soak up today...
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