I know it's been awhile, but there's been quite a bit going on here.  A nasty storm passed through and caused some significatn property damage, but that is now fixed.  My insurance company, for some reason, deleted my dental coverage.  I've had to haggle with them for a week now, but it is now fixed.  I've been getting Harrison ready for preschool, which starts this Thursday, and registering him, arranging school transportation, and setting up his schedule has been quite taxing, but everything has now fallen into place, except for my feelings about sending him to preschool.I have second-guessed my decision to send him this year a thousand times.  I'm stuck between what I want to do (keep spending quality time with him) and what I have to do (send him to preschool).  I think what it boils down to is that I'm going to miss the time we get together.  I was once told that time flies by when it comes to children, and I am beginning to understand what this person was talking about.  My wife and I are lucky that her boss is alowing her tom come in late, so she can see him off on his first day.  I have the day off, so we will both be there for him.  I really like writing letters, even if the person may not be able to read it.  It really helps me deal with my emotions, and I wrote a letter to Harrison about his first day of school.  If you want to truly know what's inside my head, I've included a small part of that letter, which I will someday give to him."What I'm not excited about in this is losing my daytime playmate.  I am so used to getting up in the morning and playing with you.  I am so used to seeing your smile and hearing your laugh.  I am so used to requiring a smooch to continue playing our "bowling game".  I am just used to being around you the entire day, and pretty soon you'll be going to preschool, and I'll have to find other ways to fill my day.  People I know said I should be excited that I'll have the entire day to myself, but I quickly disagree with them.  Either they don't have children or they don't have the connection we seem to have.  I just love being around you, and my time is our time, and our time is your time.  I would have ti no other way.  You are my little boy; I love you very much, and I am very proud of you, no matter what.So when we put you in that school van and send you off to school in four days, there may even be a tear in my eye.  But like with you mother, it won't be a tear of sadness.  It will be a tear of happiness.  Your mother and I are so incredibly proud of you and how far you've come along and what you've overcome so far.  You are everything in a son we could ask for, and we both know you'll do great things and develop even more in school.  So come Tuesday, be the strong little boy I know you are.  This shouldn't be much compared to what you've already been through.  But like I said, if you feel alone, it's okay.  If you get scared, it's okay.  If you want to cry; it's okay.  Just remember that mommy and daddy are very prou of you and love you very much.  There may even be the occassional glass of chocolate milk waiting for you when you get home.     -Daddy"