I hate this day every year. I know it's coming, far in advance. My head knows but my heart doesn't want to believe it.
This is the day when my oldest boys, Room Two, move up to the next dorm. Our dorms are determined by age so it's time for this oldest group to move up. Ridiculous when they are such teeny tiny pumpkins!
Most of them were excited, they love being able to play outside after dinner, which my boys aren't allowed to do - we keep them in after they've showered, eaten and then it's dark. So these boys feel so grown up that they get to play outside at night! I feel they are babies who should be locked inside until they are 18!!!
Hugs all around from their little brothers who follow in their footsteps someday. More sniffling and blinking. "Mana Laura, are you crying?" "Nope, nope, not me!"
Big hugs goodbye and off to the new dorm . . .
Isn't it fitting that the only photo I took in their new dorm is blurry? Perhaps it was because my vision was blurred with my tears?
I know they will be ok - they are not even a football field away. But it's hard to let them go - when they are eight! - when you've invested so many years into them.
The sweet news? Two of them were already back at my dorm playing before I even arrived! Precious pumpkins!