Tomorrow is the first day of school for the year.
It's a long story, I suppose, but after some deliberation and a city-wide search worthy of Don Quixote, we decided to switch Little One to a new school this year. Even though it would have been one of the few opportunities in Her military life to attend the same school two years in a row, we are really hoping that this change will end up being the best thing.
It does mean that in addition to all the regular back-to-school jitters, there are New Kid jitters as well. But we're all excited about the new school. She has asked almost every day of summer vacation when, whenwhenwhen oh when will She ever get to start going there?! And tonight we could finally say- Tomorrow.
The school outfit is laid out. The snack is packed. The epipens and inhalers and forms and papers are all packed. Tomorrow when we wake it will be the end of summer, of lazy mornings and flexible schedules. Of having my Little One under my wing all day.
I feel I'm settling into my airplane seat and fastening the metal buckle, ready to take off on another leg of our journey and watch a year fly by.
First day of school. The pride and the terror are overwhelming.
I'm sure Little One is affected, too.
It's a long story, I suppose, but after some deliberation and a city-wide search worthy of Don Quixote, we decided to switch Little One to a new school this year. Even though it would have been one of the few opportunities in Her military life to attend the same school two years in a row, we are really hoping that this change will end up being the best thing.
It does mean that in addition to all the regular back-to-school jitters, there are New Kid jitters as well. But we're all excited about the new school. She has asked almost every day of summer vacation when, whenwhenwhen oh when will She ever get to start going there?! And tonight we could finally say- Tomorrow.
The school outfit is laid out. The snack is packed. The epipens and inhalers and forms and papers are all packed. Tomorrow when we wake it will be the end of summer, of lazy mornings and flexible schedules. Of having my Little One under my wing all day.
I feel I'm settling into my airplane seat and fastening the metal buckle, ready to take off on another leg of our journey and watch a year fly by.
First day of school. The pride and the terror are overwhelming.
I'm sure Little One is affected, too.
She is such a beautiful little thing. I am sure she will have so much fun. We are gearing up for our first day of school on Monday. I better get my junk together so we are as prepared as you two seem to be.
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