Yesterday was W’s last day of preschool this year and it was definitely bitter sweet. Back in September, I couldn’t even fathom the end of the school year. I was so close to pulling him out of school because I thought the tears would never end. I thought it was quite possible that we were doing more damage than good in keeping him enrolled. But W persevered. Each day was a little better than the one before. And here we are. The end of his first school year. We made it. A and I are so incredibly proud of him.