Hubby and I took our daughter, Alyssa, to her first day of Kindergarten this morning. It's the same school she attended these last two years for pre-K, so she already knew most, if not all her classmates and her teacher.
I find it interesting that last year and the year before, I was a little teary dropping Alyssa off. This year, nothing. Not a sniffle as we walked her to class, took pictures, got her settled, and said goodbye. As we were leaving, hubby got a little choked up when he looked over at the preschool building and said, "I can't believe she's already outgrown that building."
So what is WRONG with me?!? I saw a bunch of mothers dabbing their eyes as they waved goodbye. Me, I just smiled. I know my little girl is in good hands and I can't wait to hear about her first day this afternoon, but shouldn't I be at least a little weepy and nostalgic? Maybe the the third time's the charm, and I'm used to the first day of school parting now?
Anyway, here's how I left my little girl. Next to her is her "boyfriend," Nicholas. (They've been a "couple" since pre-K3.) I LOVE how Nicholas gets that giant grin on his face whenever he sees Alyssa, and Alyssa just sort of does her thing with barely even a "hello!"