And so it begins. It may only be the end of the preschool era, but it’s the 1st of many big life milestones. Tomorrow is the big “graduation”, but today marked the last real day of school. I think I’m somewhat heartbroken over my baby growing up so fast and leaving her enchanted preschool- a place I’m somehow connected to in a way I can’t explain. Maybe it’s some genetic thing since i learned last year i have direct ancestors from 300 years ago buried in the churchyard where we play daily after school. But maybe St. Peter’s is really just a very special place…..Where else can children frolic and picnic in a grave yard?