And, just like that, off they went. With hopes, and dreams, giant uniforms, and even bigger backpacks.
Not a tear in sight. From any of us. Even me.
They were ready. So ready. I'm not sure I was. Is any mama ever? But off they went. With smiles, (drawn out) hugs, a wave, and a million "bye-bye mama, love you mamas".
And afterwards, they greeted me with shining eyes, tales of wonder and learning, and "we had the bestest most fun day ever mummy!"
My darling boys, I am in awe of you.
Hame - you hilarious, kooky little boy. You march to the beat of your own drum. Hame-time is a new adjective in our house. You just want to make people laugh. And I adore you, my cuddly, squishy, darling, baby boy.
Roc, oh, my clever, artistic, sensitive soul. You are so diligent and hard-working. You are selfless and sacrifice your own needs to make others happy. Your kind heart is humbling.
You are best mates. Twins. Brothers. Forever.