Spring break is over. My kid has 10 weeks of school left, including his final exam week. Eighth grade graduation is scheduled for May 30th.
My kid starts high school this fall.
I still get a lump in my throat just thinking about it. He’s taller than me. His voice has changed. He’s starting to get peach fuzz on his upper lip. :: wince :: I still think of my kid like this:
Obviously, he’s grown so much over the years. He’s no longer a little boy. Here’s a recent shot from a couple weeks ago, up at North Texas Irish Festival, with his cousins:
Yeah, that’s my boy over on the left. Amazing what 10 or 11 years will do, huh? Of course, I haven’t aged a bit. 😉
High school… next he’ll be wanting to drive. :: shudders ::