This morning Ezra left my care a kindergarten boy. When I picked him up, he was a first grader. Just like that. Ugh. Monday his class went to the park for a "walking field trip". There were fun activities like balloon hats, sidewalk chalk, bubble guns, kick balls and tag. The teacher read lovely poems about each kid detailing the "important thing" about each child.
Summer celebration blueberry lemonade, running through the sprinkler and pool time!
And here he is on the last day.
3 inches taller and a whole grade smarter. Proving to me that there is indeed no slowing down time.