a marking moment, sitting beside a kindred spirit and mother. a marking moment, celebrating and grieving my son's preschool graduation all at once. this story is not over. this story is not completely told, yet he's moving forward where he's meant to be in this moment. he's moving quickly into the sweet being he continues to become. there's still camp this summer to savor. there's still my role at the school in the year ahead. for this moment, it's filled with emotion, space, sewing, prayers, tears, laughter, smiles, and stories. what a sweet marking moment for each of us. a moment that's really his, but we'll share it together.