Janie, the day before yesterday
My First Baby is officially a third-grader now.
My husband and I spent the morning watching the K-5 classes file across the stage. They all looked impossibly young, except for Janie, who looked impossibly grown-up to me, at eight years old.
Janie, this morning
The days are long, but the years zip by . . .
Earful of Cider 