In just a month and a half, our sweet little Chloe will graduate from preschool. She’s a rambunctious mess with a tender heart and an imagination bigger than the oceans. I’m not ready. She’s no longer my baby girl, and I never thought it would happen this quickly. We got the note from her teacher a week or two ago about upcoming events at school, including preschool graduation, and that’s when it all started to sink in.
I began texting my family to let them know to mark their calendars when I reminded myself I should call my Papaw. He’s been to each of my nephews’ preschool graduations, camera in hand, big smile on his face. And then the tears began to fall.
I don’t usually cry about stuff. I can list, over the last ten years, the few moments in life that I’ve cried over. When my Papaw passed away last month, I didn’t cry. He had…
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