Lincoln attended one quarter of preschool this spring, so when he returned this week, he was a seasoned veteran. Despite being a head shorter than all the other kids.
He walked through those gates, took his teacher by the hand, and waved goodbye to me only after his teacher reminded him to. No hesitation, no apprehension, totally nonchalant. So tiny, yet so grown-up, especially with his new glasses. He absolutely loves being a big kid. Even though he adores his mothering big sister, and his boisterous big brother, he relishes being out of their shadows.
Go Lincoln. The world is at your feet.