Marquessa has officially started Kindergarten. I have no idea how it happened. I'm pretty sure I blinked, because just a few months ago I was holding a 4lb 5 oz baby girl in my arms trying to believe that I'd really been chosen to be her mom. But, it's happened.
Okay, I admit it...I'm emotional. I'm a crier. I come from two families of criers, I got a double-whammy in the gene pool...I couldn't escape it if I'd tried. But, honestly, I did pretty good at holding them in this time. Marquessa gets a little bit of anxiety over my tears, and I didn't want to scar her for life on her first day.
School is fun, exciting, new...and I always want my kids to be excited and look forward to school. I wanted to start some "back-to-school" traditions. So, we threw Marquessa a first day of school "party".
(Cupcakes and balloons!)
That night as I was tucking Marquessa in bed, I asked her if she liked her surprise after school. She told me she did, and asked if there'd be another surprise for her the next day. I smiled and explained that was just for the first day of school. After calculating my words for a few minutes, she responded with: "Well, tomorrow is my next day of school."
What a kid!
I miss her like crazy when she's not home. But, when she runs to me with her arms wide open when school is out...that right there makes it all worth it.