You had your first day of three year old preschool...almost two weeks ago. I would have gotten to this post sooner, but you require a lot of energy to keep up with. Cleaning-up after you is literally my full-time job. I know it means you're all kinds of genius.
You had been so excited to go. You even let me talk you into wearing the new bird dress...which is a feat for me. You are highly opinionated on your fashion choices, a characteristic we both know comes from me. Now, not only do I have to continue to harness my own will, but yours...and ours. Tricky stuff.
You wanted me to stay with you. No tears were shed though...just a stubborn expression on your sweet little face. Your teacher knew just how to distract you so I could slip out. And you were fine. And I was fine.
She said you were her shadow, and she knew you were trying to figure out if you liked that place or not. And you did like it. So very much.
"I'm a big girl" you keep telling me. And I smile, because you are kind of a tiny old-soul in a little body with a blonde bob. And I love you.
My prayer for you, my sweet little lulu, is that you allow God to use that independent spirit for His glory.
And this is the one where your brother photo-bombed. Typical day.