When I took Jett to preschool the first day he happily took his teachers hand and walked off without ever looking back, to my chagrin. But as he went through those big glass doors he did come back to tell me 'Mom, come pick me up in 3 minutes, OK?' Little did he knowhow much I really did want to go through those doors and take him back home with me and relive those last 3 years. Where did they go??? Did I spend enough time with him? Did I teach him enough? I want to remember every moment I had with him. The late nights, the early mornings, the laughs, the crying, each smile, each new thing he learned, I want to remember it always. So yes Jett, I will be back in 3. I will always come back. I don't want to miss a thing.
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