It’s official.  Summer is over and school started back this morning.  How can I have a 1st grader…it’s just not right.

She ate breakfast and we combed her hair and we took pictures and we packed her backpack and lunch and her get-to-know-you homework and Ms. Flowers first day of school gift.  Every teacher deserves an apple on the first day.

My voice got all quakey and tears started to brim as I began praying out loud for her day…her new school year…her new teacher…her new friends…as we drove closer to school.  We talked about how loving Jesus and loving others is the most important thing.  We talked about being kind and loving and generous and compassionate and respectful.  I reminded her that I am madly in love with her tender heart and that she is so very good at loving on people.

She said she was excited to meet new friends and see what kind of fun 1st grade would be.  She said she didn’t think she would be as excited if she hadn’t gotten Ms. Flowers for her teacher.  She said she would miss me and playing with the boys during the day.  I think she’s going to have a really grand year.

I gave her multiple kisses and told her one last time how proud we are of her.  She’s going to rattle the stars for sure.

The morning has been slow and dragging with brotherly fights and grassy feet which means grassy floors and computer troubles and I just miss her.  She’s my sanity…she’s my girl.  Me and her, we have to stick together because clearly we are being out numbered by the male kind.  And now I’m trying to think of the most perfect afternoon “Happy First Day of School” snack and I cannot wait to hear all about her day.  She’s an observer, so I know there will be lots of details involved.  Cannot believe the school year has begun…so excited to see what all God has in store.

Happy Monday.