I expected to cry when I took you to school the first day…but I didn’t.
I expected to tear up the second day when I dropped you off simply because you cried on Monday…but I didn’t.
I did not expect to have a catch in my throat when I pulled away from you this morning at the drop off line.
I did not expect to see you smiling and wildly waving goodbye, blowing one last kiss.
I did not expect to look in my sideview mirror and see you looking so grown up and so tiny all at once.
Objects in this mirror are closer than they appear.
Oh, how true.
Time? Do me a favor and please slow down.
Just wait until you get all misty at Chrismtas concerts and PTA meetings.
((hugs))
I wonder when it’s going to hit me. I didn’t tear up at all today.
Dang you Bridget! I did not have to read this just a few days before Piper goes off to school for the first time.
If you need me, I’ll be in the fetal position.
This is just beautiful.