Today my son started preschool, sigh. I have been dreading this for the last year as I knew this time was approaching. I did everything in my power to find the perfect preschool for him. We visiting more than 10 preschools, called at least another 30, asked other moms I respected and finally I found it. The perfect one! Then surprise we are moving to Denver and I have about 3 weeks to find another perfect preschool, that is halfway across the country, not to mention that most of them would be filled by this time. Maybe I will homeschool him for preschool. It is perfect in my mind, since now I can postpone the letting go for another year! Hip hip hooray! Then as we tell our children about our new, exciting, great move, Isaiah asks me if he still gets to go to preschool. “Of course!” I say a little too cheery, not a problem, I will find it! I began my search again looking way to late into the night on the computer, asking my friends in Denver to help me out, and calling preschools. With way less time I found one I am okay with. I am seeking to trust God with Isaiah. That has been hard for me. Allowing someone else to shape his thinking and actions is hard. Will he get lost when he goes to the bathroom? Will other kids be mean to him? Can he survive without me?! Does he need me anymore? Those thoughts sound crazy, but when you have been the main source of support and attention for the past 4 years it hurts. I hardly slept last night anxiously awaiting this morning. God’s goodness and grace came through once again. Isaiah had wonderful first day. He got to ride on the pink, yes pink, monster bike, have apple juice and graham crackers, and wear his new Cars backpack. Ayla was able to distract me from the sadness I was feeling, and we had great “lady time” together playing beauty shop. I praise God for his faithfulness, not only to me, but to my cars crazy, bike riding, bundle of energy of a boy, Isaiah.