Somehow, though it was pretty important in the life of a 4-year-old, I haven't yet written about Rowan's last day of preschool. Possibly because, while I thought it would be rather emotional for her (and I wasn't really sure which kind of emotion--extreme excitement for summertime fun or extreme sadness at not seeing her school friends all summer), it was sort of just another day. While I felt a twinge of sadness watching her pass yet another milestone, she was pretty much oblivious to it all. She just knew they got to eat popsicles on the playground.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Adios (for now), El Puente
Somehow, though it was pretty important in the life of a 4-year-old, I haven't yet written about Rowan's last day of preschool. Possibly because, while I thought it would be rather emotional for her (and I wasn't really sure which kind of emotion--extreme excitement for summertime fun or extreme sadness at not seeing her school friends all summer), it was sort of just another day. While I felt a twinge of sadness watching her pass yet another milestone, she was pretty much oblivious to it all. She just knew they got to eat popsicles on the playground.
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