The last Sunday in December we walked Briggs into nursery at church for the very last time.

He knew it. We knew it. His teacher knew it.

And it was a little sad all the way around. His teacher has been in nursery since we moved into this neighborhood 8 years ago. She was Bennett’s teacher and Cannon’s teacher and of course Briggs’ teacher. She is amazing in every way and we adore her and will miss her weekly interactions with our kids.

We are officially done with nursery!

This last Sunday, Briggs went into primary with the big kids and he suddenly looked so small compared to all the older kids, squirming around in that large chair.

But he did it. No tears. No meltdowns. Only slightly nervous.

There’s no turning back now!