Dear Allie,
Today was your very first day of school, preschool. You were so excited about it last night you couldn’t sleep. You kept your sister, Kylie, up till well after 10:30pm. The first thing you asked when you woke up this morning was, “did I miss preschool?” So cute! All morning you were dancing and jigging around the house.
Finally you were able to wear your new school clothes: a cream blouse, jeans, and an olive corduroy jacket all displaying the Strawberry Shortcake logo. They coordinated perfectly with your Strawberry Shortcake tennis shoes and backpack, not to mention your little friend, Strawberry Mouse, tucked in the pack, ready to give you any hugs and kisses you might need at school. We did your hair in two braided pigtails, each topped off with a sparkly pink bow.
Kylie could feel the electricity in the air, too. She was squealing and dancing around with you. I took 25 photos and some video, but I’m afraid none of it looks too good. You just couldn’t sit still!
Daddy left for work a little late so that he could stay home with Kylie and a few minutes before 9am I could drive you around the block to teacher Billy Sue’s home. You dance and jigged all the way to her front door just as confident and excited as could be. I could hardly get you to turn around for a last photo. Then you opened the front door and my heart stopped as you were gone. But quickly you pulled the door back open with wild eyes. ‘I don’t want to go to preschool,’ you said. I forced my voice calm. “Go find Rayden. I love you.” For a heart beat you considered your options before shutting the door. I just about burst into tear. What courage you have.
So that is that. You are now officially in school. It sure feels empty around here, even though you will be back in just over an hour. Somehow it is different knowing you are at school instead of at friend’s house. I know that your life is changing now. Each year I will be less and less of your life. It is exciting and terrifying. I’m excited to see how you tackle life, your successes, but terrified that I can’t be there all the time to witness your greatness or kiss your scrapes. You truly are going to grow up now, a truth that has been easy to ignore as we’ve been safe in out little home. Baby, I love you and can’t wait till you come home and share your day. I can’t wait to hear all the little details your mind is absorbing. I miss you so.
love, Mommy
