My baby boy will graduate from kindergarten today. He’s changed so much this year. He’s learned how to read. He knows simple addition. And he knows how to use the word inappropriate correctly in a sentence. It seems like just last month that he was the toe-headed little boy with rosy red cheeks who was commando crawling all over our living room. And today? Today he’s moving from spending 2.5 hours at school Monday through Friday to a 6.5 hour day in the fall. He’s my big 1st grader now. I remember looking forward to this day when he was younger. And now it’s here. What I wouldn’t give to rock him to sleep just one more time and play peek-a-boo with him and watch him giggle himself silly. Guess I should be careful what I pray for, huh?