Yesterday I put the kids on the bus.

Denver is now a Sophomore.  A Sophomore.

Molly is now in Third.

Kennedy in Second.

Shortly after I put them on the bus, in the midst of de-lousing my house (a favorite activity when I have quiet) I discovered some pictures from when Denver was little – as far back as minutes after he was born.

Now he’s learning to drive (I weep).

Molly has big dreams of being a model and a superhero (Because they live in NYC, you know).

Kennedy is determined to be a teacher (and an author, bless her heart).

They are big, independent, strong and beautiful little girls.

Denver is almost a man.

They’re slipping away.

And I’m so conflicted about it, I never know when to be proud, or cry.