Last year

I quietly sobbed a little inside. This is my little girl...who started 5th grade. yup, 5th grade. The last year of elementary school.
The last year of recess.
Last year of field day.
Last year of one classroom, one teacher.
Last year of cute classroom decorations.
THE LAST YEAR.

She's thrilled. I silently sobbed.

But here she is. My little tweenager. And she's growing up. And. I. Hate. It.