Yesterday was THE day. THE day we’ve all been waiting for. The girls went to preschool! As some of you know our start day was pushed back for several reasons several times. This caused much discomfort around here. Ok maybe more for me than them. What can I say, after 7 years of having at least one little person with me at all times I was ready for a couple scheduled hours a week to do whatever I wanted. You know, wild and crazy things like cleaning the house and going to the grocery store.
We’ve been counting down the days and then we started recounting and recounting again BUT we made it to yesterday. Carefully chosen outfits from the night before were put on by 7:30am. School starts at 12:15 my friends. Long morning for everyone involved. Finally, with MUCH excitement from everyone in the car we arrived to drop off time. We said a prayer for peace and confidence and lots of fun for the first day. With huge smiles, giggles and hand holding they hopped out of car and went right to their teachers. Wait, do I even get hugs? Quick hugs and kisses and off they went. And what’s this I feel? A little ache in my heart as I watched them bravely walk away. My big girls. I was so happy for them and proud of them. Oh, maybe I will miss these little sweet peas a bit.
But then without a minute to lose I hopped back in the car. I had to make the most out of the next 2 hours and 20 minutes and the grocery was calling my name. Told you I was getting all crazy!