End of an era

My little man graduated from kindergarten yesterday.  No real fanfare, although he should probably get a certificate at some point to recognize his successful completion of the Maternelle at Ecole Bilingue.  


His sister finished third grade, and is now on the backside of elementary school. 


I am not one to cry on the first day of school.  But the last day of school kills me.  I feel the passing of time most strongly on the last day of school.  Another school year... check.


Something about having a kid in kindergarten made me feel like I still had little kids.  Now I have two big kids.... who still can't tie their own shoes.