We went on a treasure hunt, Mercutio and I.
We quietly tip toed through the backyard, our bare feet in the grass. We held hands and stopped occasionally to dig up sparkly rocks, or tiny super heroes, or buttons from just slightly beneath the dirt, and put them into our pockets for safekeeping.
The sun was warm, but the breeze kept us cool and comfortable as we took a break to examine our treasures together.
We sat and soaked in the summer's unofficial end, as I pondered all that's to come in autumn.
I asked him if he was ready to begin school.
Without a word he looked up at me with his big, brown eyes, and a humongous smile danced from one cheek to the other.
Yes, he's ready.
Ready to play, and learn, and share, and grow.
And all I have to do, is let him go.
I'm ready too.