Will this sadness ever cease?
Will I forever think of milestone missed after milestone missed?
Tonight it finally hit me that Daniel would have started Pre-K 3 this week. He would have started going to the same sweet preschool that Madi went to. And he would have loved every minute of it.
I think I've been suppressing this for a couple of days, which would explain why I'm an overwhelmed mess right now.
Not to mention that my baby girl started Kindergarten today.
Tomorrow's another day.
And I promise to post something happy.