Harper is this crazy cool little girl who made me a mom. She is my sanity with all these wild little boys running around. And she is about to start kindergarten next week. I.CANNOT.BELIEVE.IT. I’m pretty much hating on time right now. Where did it go? She was just this precious baby girl with an insane amount of hair and eyelashes that any grown woman would die for. And now she is embarking on kindergarten.
Yesterday we went and met her teacher…Ms. Bruno. Harper made her a cute card adorned with far too many stickers on one side and their names on the other. She thought Ms. Bruno was going to have curly hair…and no fingers & feet
Her room is the Princess & the Frog room. And Ms. Bruno is beyond sweet. I cried. I could have easily and I mean sooo easily done the big ugly loud cry right there in her classroom, but I held it in letting just a few tears slide. I didn’t say much because I knew if I talked too much it could get ugly and I really didn’t want to freak Ms. Bruno out just yet. I’ll save that for a little later.
Harper went right in and found her cubby and a special treat Ms. Bruno had left for her. She graciously shared with Huddy and Sol while I filled out a few more forms.
Harper is thrilled to be starting school. She is excited and can’t wait. As we left the school she said, “I just really thought Ms. Bruno’s hair would have been curlier than that.”
Afterwards we attempted to knock out her supply list. We almost did it…a bit hectic, but we maneuvered our way through Target with 2 different lists and an ample amount of back-to-school aisles to find our way through. It was a good time.
And tonight was definitely one to be celebrated with icees and popcorn. That was a no-brainer.
There are so many things I want for Harper. I want her to rattle the stars…I want her to change the world…make an incredible difference and let God have her heart & life. And I know God has these plans…these great big, huge plans and I am thrilled and honored to be able to watch them all unfold and love her along the way. I want her to be kind and loving and generous and compassionate and respectful. I want her to bold and fearless and courageous. I want her to love others more than herself and I want her to find her worth in the One who matters most. I want her to know beauty comes from within. I want her to understand…truly understand how much God adores her and loves her and that He made her only to be herself. I want her to know that no matter what life brings there is not one thing that would ever make us not love her. I will always tell her for the rest of her life what my Mom told her constantly, “Grammy loves you, then Mom & Dad love you, but God loves you the most…more than anyone else.” I hope she believes that with every bit of who she is and that she will fall madly in love with our Saviour. She’s going to rattle the stars…she’s going to change the world…I know it…big time. I can’t tell God “thank you” enough for letting me be her Mom! Crazy blessed.