Holden graduated!

Well, I prayed last night about sending Holden to school. I was going to base my decision on the fever. Not sure if that was the smartest way to do it, but it's what I decided. I hated for him to miss the last day and for me to not properly thank his sweet teachers. But I also didn't want him to spread the bug if he had one. He slept 14 hours last night! And he woke at 8:30am with NO fever. Not even a low-grade fever, but instead his temperature was completely normal. So I scurried around to get 2 boys fed, dressed, hair combed and to school by 9:15. Needless to say we strolled in the doors at 9:30am. Just in time for his last music class. After some quick errands and a cat nap for Pax, we headed back to the church to pick up Holden. I got a quick picture with his teachers before we said our goodbye for the summer. I am going to miss these ladies. They've become somewhat "regulars" in Holden's little mind. Each Monday when I drop him off, he normally walks straight to Mrs. Tammy (curly hair) and says "hold you". And she does. She picks him up and cuddles him as he warms up to another day at school. Each day when I return for pick-up, Mrs. Misty (straight hair) tells me how chatty, sweet and affectionate he was that day. She has also told me things like: he should be a child model because he is so stinking cute. Ahhhhh, not the first time we've heard these words. She told me that she wanted to snatch him up and take him home with her. Her words have been an encouragement and joy to me. Not because she thinks he's cute. I mean, don't we all. :) But because it seems like she really cares for him. She enjoys his company and presence in her class. She is one of those teachers that does her job so well. Her care and love for the kids is so visible.

Today they sent us home with a memory book from the past semester. It was pure sweetness filled with pictures of Holden and some of his school friends. Because this is my first time, it was a complete surprise to me. But goodness, flipping through and seeing how he has changed and grown, just since January. . . it got to me. And seeing through pictures the fun he has experienced just 1 day a week in this program - that was a blessing. I was never able to be a fly on the wall in his classroom, but they did capture some sweet photographic moments to share with me. Sweet, little memories. I know he won't actually remember this time, but I'm grateful for this little book to be a reminder for us. And so now we will enjoy our summer and prepare to head back in the fall.