How is it possible that my baby is in PRESCHOOL? While I contemplate that, here are some pictures from our day...
Getting ready to leave
Her big girl backpack. It's huge. But it's princess and she loves it.
I love walking her to school. My dad used to walk me to school everyday. Isn't it strange when you do something with your children that your parents used to do with you as a child? That sense of nostalgia is enough to make me laugh and cry all at once.
As we made our way to the school she was running and screaming "Faster, faster, more, more!!!" Then she told me her stomach felt funny and she needed to stop running. Isn't that a nice story?
She obliged me long enough to hold still next to her Daddy and brother long enough for me to snap a picture.
I suppose the rest of my life will be filled with moments like these. Moments where I am smiling on the outside, and my heart is breaking just a little on the inside. I know it's going to be good...for both of us. I know why I am doing it. And I know she already loves it. But something about that independence, about that desire to explore her world and have new experiences, without me, makes my heart ache.
And there she goes. *sigh*