Because today is the last day of classes at our kids' high school. Which makes today our daughter's last day of high school, and our son's last day of ninth grade. A bittersweet day, because as much as Dahlia has enjoyed her high school experience - and as much as we've loved watching the two of them share the year, his first and her last - it's now time to move on.
In September, she starts college, while he begins his second year in high school, and navigates the landscape without his big sister. As parents, we know all too well how quickly time can slip away, and how much our kids grow when we're busy keeping the day-to-day pieces of our lives from crashing into each other.
But on this morning, the last such morning where I'll drive both of them to school and drop them off at the side entrance just at the top of the hill, it's reasonable for all of us to stop for a moment to reflect on why seemingly routine mornings and transitions matter as much as they do. Because life is built not from big moments in the spotlight, but out of countless small-ish moments like this that get lost to history if we don't savour them a little along the way.
I'll miss moments like this. I'm guessing they will, too, photos notwithstanding.