Thursday, September 5, 2013

First Day of School

How many posts across the blogosphere have carried this title this week?  Well, it is certainly descriptive if not very creative.

Yesterday was the first day of school at our new school.

Sam was lookin' mighty dapper in his uniform.

While it wasn't nearly as traumatic sending him to school for second grade as it would have been for Kindergarten or first grade, there was still a little heart pang to go with our last hug and kiss yesterday.  He has been my constant companion for seven years now and while it is undoubtedly time for change, I can't help being a little sad and nostalgic for my little guy growing up.

This was as much enthusiasm as I could get from Will, especially that early in the morning.

Otherwise, a good lookin' bunch, no?

While they were gone, Evie and I hung out in a suddenly very quiet house.

I had to remember how to do everything with a baby on my arm or underfoot and Evie had to be content with just boring old mom to play with.  We survived nicely, but we were both happy to have the kids home at the end of the day. 

Will had soccer practice, but when I picked up the other three, they were full of smiles and stories, new best friends and funny teachers.  And at dinner we heard similar stories from Will, and even saw a few reluctant smiles.  

So, it isn't exactly as easy and familiar as an old glove, but we are in a good place, and for that we are truly grateful.

1 comment:

  1. That's great to hear, Anne. And see! Yes, that is a good-looking bunch.