Everyone likes to say it, "It takes a village to raise a child." It's true for us for sure. I didn't realize how much so until I was sitting in a Baptist church watching my baby "graduate" from preschool. The kids sang songs about how they can't wait to go to school and posed for photos with their teachers and diplomas. It was precious, but not particularly moving. Then the slide show started. We watched 10 minutes of photos that gave us a window in to a life that I am not directly a part of. Those pictures told me stories of friendship, boo-boos, learning, playing, experiencing, just being... the kinds of things he doesn't deem important enough to share at the dinner table because to him, it is just life. So thank you to our little village of friends, family, teachers. He can't even begin to understand how lucky he is to have his particular village behind him as he moves through life. But we do.
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