Whoosh

It didn't strike me until we were biking home from the last day of school this afternoon:

"Wait. That was kindergarten?!"

It flew by. Deceptively so. There was a momentary twinge of regret. Or was it sadness? I'm not upset that he is growing up, just a little disappointed that I couldn't savor it as thoroughly as I might have liked.

Fourth grade and first grade, here we come!