To my beautiful babies who are growing so quickly before my eyes:
Tuesday this week, Anja, you started Kindergarten and Quin, you turned 3. The next day, you started preschool, Quinny. You had a rough time. You were all smiles until you realized I wasn't in the room (little did you know I was waiting in the lobby, listening intently for the wail I knew would come). You were in tears when I left and it cut me to the core. Anja, it finally hit me on Thursday, when you skipped cheerfully to the playground without even looking back. I knew it would all come rushing toward me like a flash flood but just wasn't sure when. I went longer without processing it than I thought I would. I got home and broke down. The tears aren't stopping either. The last five and a half years of my life have been the most rewarding, happy, sleepy, cuddly, lovely years of my entire life and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. You two are growing up so fast and it has been a joy (albeit bittersweet) to watch you grow and learn. I love you both so much. More than you will ever know.
Love you more than the moon, the stars and the sky,
Mama
