It has been one huge, surreal week around these parts. The emotion hit me as soon as I woke on Monday. And I cried like a big baby. Deep, hearty tears. Just as I expected. But when the time came to take our first stroll to school, I embraced the moment and stood in awe of my boy's enthusiasm and confidence. He literally bounded his way to the classroom and settled himself on the floor with a construction type activity he had eyed off at orientation. The whole business is rather overwhelming. Five days in a row, away from each other, is by far the most we have ever experienced. And by Friday, we were ready for the break. Though the excitable little stories on the way home and those afternoon greeting cuddles are really something else.