Time for preschool

As I had mentioned a few months ago, we had been visiting preschools to find one for Wolfie come... Well, come today, actually. Today, our son is going to spend a few hours in a preschool. His first preschool. He is ready, at least I hope he is. But I know that his mother and I are not. I cannot help but feel that it's darn too early, or rather that this is all happening way too fast. I hope he will be happy today and make new friend, and will not feel abandoned. I feel guilty enough leaving home every day for work, this pushes the guilt up to eleven. Time goes far too quickly.