I always find first day of school and last day of school very bittersweet. The first day of school for me signifies the end of summer and a start of another academic year but your kid is now older. There are new challenges, new schedules and new adjustments to make. At the back of mind I am always like wow, already in X grade. Then at the end of school year I am bittersweet again thinking about how quick the year felt like it passed by. I feel old and I suddenly want the time to go even more slowly coz I can see my butterfly almost ready to come out of the cocoon. One day there will be no more school buses to wait for, no more first or last days of school and I am going to be one sad fucking dad that day. Maybe, just maybe, we should’ve had more kids.