Tears. Smiles. Words of goodbye and plentiful hugs. A choked-up rendition of "La Bamba" followed by a more joyful "Hokey Pokey." Then the little ones were sent forth into the summer. The oldest five, the ones I've had by my side for the past three years, stayed behind and admired their books - special collections of the work that they've done since they arrived as chubby-cheeked three year-olds. Parents swooped in for appetizers. A few photos were taken which oddly suspend in time these otherwise fleeting moments. And thus comes to a close another day, and with the turning of this page, an entire chapter of my life.