there is grief and celebration swirling around knowing that my youngest child is going to kindergarten. we attended pre-enrollment last week. there was time to explore the school yard a bit (the greenhouse was open and there are new piggies).
i’ve watched many friends send their youngest to school. i’ve marveled at the adjustment.
i am grateful beyond words for the environment eliza is heading to. she was scared and nervous but friendly mrs. black and the class bunny pulled her in.
so these days that we spend eating lunch in bed while watching pbs will join the other memories of bagels and “baby born” (what micah called “a baby story”), library books on the front porch, watching the 8:30 sun come through the windows, riding bike with a trailer to the grocery store…the magic of those school hours that we spent together.