Look at that girl. That picture was just yesterday morning, when she and I were sharing a leisurely breakfast on our little sun porch. She had woken up early, thinking maybe it was her first day of school.
She was one day early in her anticipation. Today was Lucy's first day of school in the 4-year-old kindergarten class at my school. She's been so excited this week, counting down the number of sleeps until she could go to school. Her backpack and lunchbox were ready. The dress was chosen (first day of school is a dress-up day, not a dress code day) and laid out. She even willingly went to bed much earlier than usual so that she could be ready for school.
This morning she arose cheerfully and easily and off we went!
I'm so glad that she and I are in the same building and that it's a place she knows and loves, and where she is known and loved.
She told me this afternoon, "Today in chapel, they were trying to be very important and THEY WERE!" She completely got it, all the pomp and circumstance of the Opening Ceremony.
Even this evening, fighting the drooping of the eyelids, she murmured, "We have to go to bed early because we have school tomorrow. I can't wait to go to school all the days."
Oh, my baby. Don't grow up. I want to still have our leisurely Cheerio breakfasts on the porch and snuggles in our favorite chair.