Little Fish, Big Pond

It is far too quiet around here this morning. I am sitting here blogging listening to a Murder She Wrote episode hoping that 11:15 will come quickly. After all, I left my most precious cargo in other hands this morning, and I am not exactly handling it well.

Today, as you may have guessed, is Gracie's first day of Preschool.

I had to wake her up this morning, and she was excited as she ate her breakfast (raisin bread and cinnamon butter). I was nervous.

She was excited as she brushed her teeth, and let me brush her hair. I had butterflies as big as frogs.

She was excited as she put on the dress Grandma made her. I needed to throw up.

She was excited as she helped put on her new socks and shoes. I was ready to cry.

She was excited as she hugged daddy goodbye and grabbed her backpack. I was hoping she would change her mind and stay home.

She didn't change her mind, and as we drove the 2 miles to her school she talked about all the toys they had and the things they would be doing.

We walked down the sidewalk and I saw many moms and dad and kids all ready for their first days too. I decided I would not be the weakest link. I walked tall and put on a brave face. But, before I took her in, I had to snap a first day of school picture. She proudly smiled and I was so happy that I had a good one.

When we walked in to school I had to hold on to her! She was so ready to play that I actually had to call her back so we could hang up her backpack in her cubby. I hung her backpack and showed her the little surprise that I put in it. I made her a little cloth bag that held mommy hugs and kisses in case she needed one while I was a way.

She was off again. I called her to get a hug. She went back to play. It was good, but quite heart breaking the way she just walked off.

Things were going swimmingly until I told her "bye, see you after school." That's when she got this deer-in-headlights look. I could tell she was panicking, but I was half way out the door and I knew (as the teachers had specified) that coming back in and making a fuss wouldn't help her or I. When I left I didn't hear crying, so hopefully she was consoled and she went on playing. Too bad I didn't have anyone to console me!

I left the church parking lot and went on to Food Lion. I wanted to pick up cookies and milk for this afternoon. Garren and I are taking her to lunch when we pick her up today, but I wanted her to celebrate with her friends, so I invited the girls and moms over for cookies and milk at 3:30 when the big kids get out of school.

I am sure she is fine and having a good time. She needs this. It is good for her. What do I need? A good cry and time to move faster. Well, just from 9:00-11:30, and then it can move like a snail!

**Above: Gracie outide her Preschool. Grandma made the dress, I made the hairbow.**

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