Thirteen years ago, I dropped a rambunctious five-year-old off in a kindergarten classroom and crossed my fingers for his educational future.
Today, I watched as a confident eighteen-year-old, dressed in a graduation cap and gown, walked through the hallways of that very same school, basking in the applause of the students gathered to catch a glimpse of their own futures.
It seems only right that what started at the elementary school would have an ending, of sorts, there as well, at least for me.
And, the bonus? I didn't cry once.
Saving that shit for Sunday.