I of course was with camera glued in hand to capture every precious moment.
He was dressed perfectly, and I even hand made him a Thanksgiving tie.
He walked in with his preschool class.
I beamed. I clicked the camera. I fought back tears.
He flashed his grin.
The music began.
All the kids sang. But one. He put his hands down his pants and looked around at everyone else on the risers like they were nuts.
That was my kid.
I am so proud.