It happened. I woke up this morning, made lunch, put lunch carefully into an alligator lunch box. I zipped the lunchbox into a little backpack with some crayons, kid scissors and glue sticks. I sat with little Dean at the kitchen table, hugged him tight and literally felt him outgrowing my arms.
He had a great day. He calls his teacher "Mrs. Coupon" (her name is Mrs. Kuchar), he made a friend named David, his playground has a big slide. I'll be fine.