My Hunter

My Hunter started Kindergarten today.  I can't really understand why this makes me crazy. Maybe it's because when I look at him I see a 6 pound, 5 ounce peanut that needs me. Maybe it's because of how kind and sensitive he is, and I know I can't protect him from everything at school.  Maybe it's because our previous immunologist had suggested I homeschool my children and sending him to school has inherent risk. Maybe it's because is 5, and he is still my baby. I don't know why. I could sit here and think of reasons all day but I'm trying to distract myself from it.

Hunter is the sweetest, most kind-hearted kid I have met. He wants everyone to get along and be happy. He is an incredible big brother. He is wise beyond his years. I often have people tell me that he seems like an "old soul." My Hunter, my sweet Love Bug, is in Kindergarten. I cannot believe he is in elementary school. He will be in school for the next 13 years and then he will move away. He guarantees (his word) that he will not move away and when he gets married he and his wife will come live with me. He also says he will do this because he will be in charge and he will have a convertible sports car. I love this little man. I love his soul. I love his gestures. I love the way he thinks. I am scared of him getting hurt (physically or emotionally), getting sick, and being hungry. I miss him already and it is only the first day of a long road to school.

From this:

To this:

Right before my eyes.