Preschool Graduation.

Changed Expectations.

That's the term that adequately portrays much of my emotional growth during my wonderful five years with my Deak.

My big boy graduated from preschool yesterday, and although the setting may have been a little different than that of most preschool graduations, it was his, and it was perfect.

Most of Deak's Classmates, including Indy (the bff) covering her eyes in the middle.

Deak basically loves anything that has to do with people thinking he is awesome.  I'm not sure I expected him to love the ceremony devoted to the graduating children like he did, but he did. He loved it. 

He loved his diploma and looked at very carefully, smiled knowing he had done something super amazing, and then handed it to me. 

When he scrunches his little neck, it means the boy is excited.  I love it.

 Deak also received an award for "Master of Computers."  Very fitting.  He can turn on and completely run (unassisted) the classroom computer programs.  Coincidentally, that afternoon, before the graduation, he had eyed the Speech Pathologist's ipad, snagged it off the table, turned it on, slid it open, and enjoyed himself an app or two before being noticed. He is pretty amazing, and pretty dang smart.

Deak and Miss Meegan (He was happy, just happened to snap him upon his noticing of the snack table:)

Deak and Miss Lyndsey

Deak and Miss Tonya

Finally, he got the juice box.

Indy and her mom, Jessica.

 

At the end of the night, after spending a dinner out celebrating Deak's graduation and some other good news, Ab and I prayed together before telling our stories at bedtime.

Ab told her Heavenly Father that she was "So Grateful that Deak graduated from preschool."

It melted my heart.

So am I.

Here's to many more "big days" for my "big boy."