Last day of school always comes with lots of emotions. The last two years have been bittersweet for us... and for Jack.
He waited until near the end of Pre-School and the end of Kindergarten to make a friend. A real friend. We told you both times that they would be going with you to the next grade. We told you that you would see them after Summer vacation.
But, for some reason or another, you didn't. Sometimes, Jack, things change. Sometimes people go to different schools. Sometimes people move away.
Us grown-ups have a saying for this. "Shit Happens"
I don't expect you to comprehend "Shit Happens" yet... perhaps you never will.
"Shit Happens" is probably the hardest thing for any human being to accept. Even adults are always looking for a reason, someone to blame, something to scream at... but in the end... simply "Shit Happens".
If, because "Shit Happened", your friend is not in your class next year, I want you to know and believe it is not because you've done anything wrong.
I know how hard it was for you to say good-bye to her today. Your mother and I have done everything we can for her to be in your class next year. I've even prayed (I'll tell you what that means later). But, there are other parents that have asked for their child to not be in class with you next year.
And although that breaks my heart, they are just looking out for what's best for their children, too.
But, Boyo, I don't think she's one of them. She loves you for you. She sees the beauty in you that few do.
And she always will.
Jack, one day you'll realize that I've given you a gift as your father that nobody can ever take away.
I gave you your eyes.
I know how hard it is for you to express yourself. I know telling the world how you truly feel is difficult. I know how you hide your feelings for a fear of being misunderstood.
But a picture doesn't hide that.
And your eyes can not hide how you feel in this picture.
And I know, because I gave them to you.