she has been waiting.
and waiting and waiting.
for her turn.
she has been asking, over and over,
how many more days?
she has picked out all her own clothes
(tried them on a million times).
had to start out the year with the leopard shoes.
oh no--she was ready.
we spent the morning at home, quiet.
how many more hours?
how many more minutes?
she was ready.....
she paced. read.
"turkey and cheese sandwich and chocolate milk and LOTS of pickles"
"how about three"
she played quietly.
"how many more minutes"
right before it was time to leave,
I checked in her room.....
.....found her face first asleep on her bed.
all that excitement can wear a little girl out.
she woke right up, grabbed her backpack
(it's as big as her)
and skipped to the car.
at the school she gave me the tightest squeeze,
OFF she went without hesitation.
I wiped my tears from underneath my sunglasses
(thank goodness for sunglasses!)
she turned and waved and smiled the biggest smile.
there she went.
I had documented her getting ready in the morning (just like the boy's post) and I was so very sad to find that my CF card bit the dust and my photos of her were gone. I decided that over the next week or so I will document some of our mornings at the house....I look forward to the project:)
crossed eyes, hand on hip, and scraped up legs....
first year of preschool here