My four-year-old son, Axel, had talked about starting school so often that it became the soundtrack of our summer.
Every morning he would ask how many days were left.
Every afternoon he would proudly show me the backpack hanging on his bedroom door.
Every evening he would line up his new sneakers beside his bed as if they were waiting for an important mission.
He couldn’t wait to become a “big kid.”
And honestly?
Neither could I.