Rooke started school last week.
Whoa.
I'm still kinda freaked out about the whole thing.
In England, school starts at age four. The first year is called Reception. It will be like a pre-school/kindergarten hybrid, with lots of playing and a strong emphasis on social and emotional development while they increasingly introduce more structured learning times for reading, math, and writing. What to do about school for Rooke this year weighed heavy on me for a long time. But I'm thankful that Ryan and I have settled on a decision that (we pray) will be good for Rooke and suit our family well.
His official uniform shirts were late in arriving, so the "first day pictures" may need to be re-taken for the history books, but he looks so handsome and grown-up no matter what!
The first day went well. My brave boy encouraged me to keep myself together by fighting back his own tears as he gave me one last hug around my legs before I stepped out the door.
I love this little guy so very much.
Totally four.
He chose meat pie from our local butcher with mashed potatoes for his special dinner. Goofy guys!
This was taken on a different day . . . . we were walking home from school and he was collecting a bouquet. We passed a little girl walking with her mom. Rooke stopped and asked the little girl if she wanted one of his flowers. Melt my heart! I may or may not have teared up seeing that interaction. I'm just so proud of him!


























