The Difference a Year Makes

For the record, I would like to state that I did not cry when we took Luke to first grade. I did not cry when we came home. In fact, I began to be quite proud of myself. I was holding it together.

I then sat down at my computer and loaded the pictures that we took of Luke before heading off to school.

Then I decided that it would be a great idea to go back and look at pictures from the first day of kindergarten.

And then,

 

I cried.

I showed Joshua.

And he teared up.

Please tell me what I do to stop this from continuing because the way I see it, this is a vicious cycle that does not appear to be ending anytime soon.