It’s kind of sad that my little girl starts 1st grade in the fall. First grade will come and go and then we’ll send Ellie off to Pre-K and then college for both girls. . .grab a kleenex. . .I can’t take it. Wait, what’s that? I get to delete my alarm on my phone? No more waking up in the morning to an annoying ringtone? No more looking in the mirror and thinking, “My hair totally doesn’t look like I slept crazy.” That’s right. . .it’s time to get back into our old routine. Nine months out of the year we are not in our routine, but for three glorious months, we do what we want. And we stay up late and sleep in. Goodbye school, hello summer!!
This was Dustin’s Friday off, so he got to experience the early morning drop off. Actually, he got to sleep in two hours and wondered why it was after 8:00 a.m. by the time we left for school. Silly man, the tardy bell doesn’t ring til 8:15 a.m. and there’s traffic. Okay, so maybe our small town doesn’t have any traffic. . .ever, but it is humanly impossible for me to get out the door before 8:00 a.m. Miracles are more likely to happen.
“Let’s go get Emma!” How many times did I hear that the last week of school. Ellie understands this nine months out of the year we aren’t doing our normal routine. She loves summer because her Emma is home and they can have sleepovers in each other’s room every night!
“LET’S GO GET EMMA!!”
. . .and rock on.
Dear Mrs. Thompson,
You’ve been there for all the ups and downs we had during Kindergarten. From anxiety separation in which she begged you to let her call her Mama to getting our stick switched when she stepped in a rain puddle after you said don’t step in that rain puddle. You’ve seen our alligator tears and you’ve difused the situation wonderfully. We are going to miss you, but remember Ellie will be there soon!
Dustin picking Emma up from her last day in Kindergarten.
Ohhh my baby is growing up. . .wipes tear.
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