DeAngelo graduated from Kindergarten today. It was so cute. They made me cry. But its not entirely my fault I don't think. The whole thing is designed to make you sob like a baby. They did a slide show for cryin out loud! And the songs they chose?! I'm telling you they were trying to make me cry. At the end the kids are all singing the goodbye song and the curtain opens and says "1st grade here we come" waterworks again! It was really cute.

This seems like its been a really long school year, and summer seems so short. He learned so much this year. We have homework over the summer to work on his sight words. Somehow he's gotten it into his head that he won't be able to read until he turns 6. We'll have to get over that. I asked his teacher how she can do this, letting go of her students, year after year, and she didn't think it was that big a deal. But maybe its because I remember what he looked like as a baby. I remember when he was learning to walk and talk. And now he's learning to read and going to first grade! Its just amazing to me.

He's only mine for such a short amount of time. People tell me that my kids are really good kids. I shrug it off and say I didn't have much to do with it. Mostly because if I think about the awesome responsibilty I've been entrusted with the weight on my shoulders would be unbearable.

So, now its "school's out for the summer," and in the fall its "first grade here we come."

"Hi My name is DeAngelo. My favorite memory of kindergarten was when we went to the zoo. When I grow up I want to be a doctor. Thank you for listening."