Someone give me the magic potion.
Someone fill me in on how to stop time, because if I could, I would.
My baby girl graduated from preschool.
My third and last baby exited the doors of the small preschool for the last time.
And so did I.
I was sure that it was going to be a very emotional morning.
I actually prepared myself for the ugly cry.
My last baby walked on up to the front of the class+parents+grandparents to receive her diploma.
And as I clicked my camera, my eyes remained dry.
My frown turned upside down.
Because I was experiencing this moment....again.
I was proud.
I breathed in this morning.
Every second of it.
And I stored it away in my brain beside Messy's graduation and Rowdy's graduation.
Because, as my children grow, I am learning that time goes by faster and faster.
And no matter how hard I try to slow it down, it actually speeds up.
Before I blink, they will be graduating from grade 8....high school....university...