Nolan began his junior year in high school today. It's been freaking me out a little bit, because I remember dropping him off at his first day of kindergarten when he was five.
He was such a confident, self-aware little guy, and he was tremendously excited for school. When we dropped him off, surrounded by kids and parents who were crying and clinging to each other, he said, "Bye, mom. Bye, Wil. I'll see you later." He gave a quick hug and kiss to us both, and walked down the pathway into his classroom. He was supremely confident, and totally prepared for whatever the day would bring him. Anne, on the other hand, was a wreck. To her credit, she held it together until we got back into the car.
Today, eleven years later, he is still confident and self-aware. He's not a little guy, anymore, due to some weird optical illusion which makes him appear taller than me, but he'll always be my little guy, no matter how tall or grown up he is.
