Today was the first day of school.
Ivy, entering third grade, is an old pro. She got up already excited to see her teacher, her classmates and head back to school.
Clara, getting ready for her first day ever, had been hesitantly interested up until this morning. This morning she was what I would call willfully frightened.
I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit worried about how her day would go.
After our first day alone together Jane and I walked down the driveway to meet the bus. Jane continued to tell me things. Everything, actually. Things that, apparently, she had been telling Clara but will now be telling me. I half listened, fingers mentally crossed, hoping it had been a good day as I watched Ivy and Clara climb out of the bus and break into a run.
Look at that smile!
It was a good day!