When I opened my door and climbed in it was still going on, the paragraphs and paragraphs of kindergarten awesomeness filled every available inch of space in the car. And I sat there for a second looking at her in the rearview mirror and thought, we just did it. We just lived that day together, she and I, we just took that monumental next step forward, and I’m so glad that I got to do it with her. And years from now when we’ve met for dinner and a glass of wine, we’ll talk about this day specifically.
The first nudge toward the edge of the nest | dooce®
(I’ll be honest, I just cried like a wee baby reading this entry. My girl’s first day of kindergarten was last week, and it makes me feel like we’ve just begun the rest of our lives. The life where she isn’t my baby anymore. Which is going to be ok.)