It's been 1.5 months in a new school. We've met new friends, read new books, and played new games. It's been fun, and it's come to an end.
I knew this was coming. I knew it would be hard. I just never prepared for it. But looking into the future I see more fun days and silly grins. I see a kid who will keep on playing. I suppose I'm the one who has to deal with the emotions of the ending and a new beginning.
The beginnings will be good. The beginnings will be fun. I do know this, and so will he.