I am just now, finally getting over the random overflow of tears that has been hitting me since I dropped her off the first day of school. I knew she was excited and would not miss me. It has been a very trying time for me. I've never given her over to others for this amount of time before. She was in pre-school last year, but that was only 3 days a week. I know, I know..."get over it"...right? Well she's my baby whom I love so dearly. My in-vitro miracle after years of fertility struggles. I've been a stay at home mom her entire life and it's hard no matter how I slice it. I still have my moments where the tears well up, but it's getting better. Her first day of school was very exciting. Ron came home early so he could be there too. We drove her. She knows a lot of the kids in her class. They were in pre-school together, and we have been getting together all summer long. She LOVES her teacher, and guess what...I do too 
. I set up a meeting and met her the second day of school. She's so nice and I actually had requested her to be Tara's teacher. When we dropped her off, I stayed for a little bit to take pictures in the classroom. She got right into it and was sitting with her friends. When it was time to leave, I hugged her, told her how proud I am of her and left with tears in my eyes. I cried in the car too.
When I picked her up, I took the girls to the cider mill for some donuts and cider. The girls got to pet the animals, and play on the train. I wanted to make her 1st day extra special. She told me all about it. To her, it was just another day and she took it all in stride. I miss her when she's at school, but while she's gone, I nap Madeline and it's kind of nice to have some time to myself in the middle of the day.
She's growing up, but I hope she never slips away from me.
