Thursday was Luke’s last day of pre-school. I knew it was coming, but I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard. We really enjoyed the past four years of Mothers Day Out/Preschool and it seems like a whole chapter of our life has ended.

The funny thing is, we were never supposed to go to the Heights in the first place. When I quit work, I enrolled Luke in a different Mothers Day Out program. But halfway through the summer, they called to tell me that they closed his class and I would have to find somewhere else. I panicked. School was starting in 5 weeks and I had to find a program. After calling all over town, the Heights was the only place with a spot for him. Obviously, we took it.

What a great decision. Max goes there now and a year and a half ago, we became members of the Heights. Sometimes I am amazed that we found a church home that we love, all because they had a spot open in their CDC back in the summer of 2004. I shouldn’t be amazed, God works like that.

Here are a few pictures taken by a sentimental mother on her son’s last day. They remind me of such a sweet time in his life.