She had just started kindergarten.
He wasn't even in preschool yet.
I was sad all day long without her,
and waited impatiently for her to get off the bus each day.
So did he.
They told me when they were born that the days were long,
but the years were short.
I didn't even understand that then, much less believe it.
It's truer than I could ever imagine.
Once they start school, the days and months and years fly,
and although I absolutely adore the people they are becoming,
I would go back to this sweet, simple, exhausting stage
in a hot second.