Last night was Sofia’s final day as a student at Pacific Oaks, a wonderful little preschool in Pasadena. (Well, except for her play time summer….but not the structured day program). I love Pacific Oaks–used to be a Quaker commune, a number of houses hidden down this little pathway in the heart of Pasadena. It feels like going to the best Grandma’s house to visit here, with kids running free and playing, singing, reading and learning.
I woke with such sadness that it is complete. This year has been a blur and it is a teacher to me to slow down and notice it all. It’s trite, I know, but there I have it.
Bongos, guitar, autoharp and No More Pie!