Where Does The Time Go?

I have asked myself that question a lot. The last two weeks especially. Where does it go? One thing I can answer for sure, is that it flies. Here we are on the morning of my youngest child heading off to preschool. The Beginning of the End. I have felt it coming on all summer long. I really am at the beginning. Of the end. No more little ones left at home ALL day with me. They are all growing up and spreading their wings. There will be no more little ones to fill their spot. It is literally the beginning of the end of this time in my life. I am not sure how I feel about that.
Isn't she stinking cute? I just love her. Even though she was only gone for two and a half hours I couldn't stop myself from chewing on her almost-gone-baby cheeks when she got home.

She was still asleep when it was time for her to start getting ready to go. I tiptoed into her room, softly waking her up. I asked her if she was ready to get up and go to preschool. She shook her head no. I was surprised, last night she was giddy with excitement. So, instead I asked her if she was ready to go drink some chocolate milk. That got her motor running. She all but leaped out of the bed and ran to the kitchen. I remember thinking, "Well, now I know what the trick is to getting her outta bed in the early morning."
In this photo she is laughing because she looked back and saw Daddy looking through the sidelight by the front door. He was pulling silly faces.

She was anxious to be on her way to Miss Jill's house to see her friends Cedric and Camden. Even her father, the hop-along couldn't keep up.