Gretel started summer camp last week.
The same camp her brother has gone to for the past three summers and Cinderella for the past six.
She is the LAST of my children that will have their first ever day of camp. Another milestone ticked off the List of Firsts, never again to be repeated.
I stood back and took in the sight of his Star Wars bag and her Tinkerbell bag and I couldn't help notice what was missing - a third backpack.
Hers would be packed by Prince Charming this year. My car would be quieter for the 30 minute drive each morning and afternoon, with one less voice singing and giggling in the back seat.
I wasn't prepared for the fact that LAST summer was the LAST time I packed Cinderella's lunch and backpack for camp.
And I am definitely not prepared for my Little Pixie growing up so damn fast.