My first day of school. Mama kept saying I was "big time." I was very excited and thought very carefully about my outfit.

I heart my backpack and lunchbag. I picked them out myself.

The whole family walked me to school, which is just right up the hill.

I was a little freaked out when we got there, but didn't show it much.

And then I met Meg, and we were instant BFFs.

Here I am at my desk. You can go now, Mom.

The End.

Sidenote from the mama: I didn't cry. I kind of knew I wouldn't. More than anything I was/am excited. I felt immense pride as my little butterfly spread her wings. She was never really "mine" so I didn't feel sadness really. Since she was born, I have felt that she was on her own and I was there just to guide her. Perhaps this isn't making sense... 

In the last few days, we talked about fear and how it is ok to be scared and do things anyway to see what you're made of. I felt my Dad a lot this week. He was so good at that. Gently pushing, always with a smile and a cheer, exuding confidence and assuring me that things would be ok. I tried to emulate that today as I sent my little girl off with a great big smile and a quick "See you later, alligator!" Dare I say, I was jubilant. Not only because this means one less kid for me during the day, which is brilliant by they way, but just because I am responsible for the extraordinary little being who is now on her way in the world.

Coincidentally, our Taylor leaves today for graduate school in London. I reminded Hadley that Taylor was starting something new and was probably a little scared too. That made her feel better and she reminded me that we need to send Taylor something so she knows we love her. We love you Taylor! Go kick some London ass!