Since we found out the meet-the-teacher date, Emma has been counting down the days. And not in the going to the gallows kind of way. She actually was looking forward to it. Today, we counted down hours and then literally, minutes the last hour. Emma and I walked hand in hand through the busy hallways but it wasn’t a death-grip-I-can-feel-her-shaking type of thing. And then in class, she actually answered the teacher’s questions (albeit quietly without looking her in the eye) and took completed papers across the room to the bin the teacher requested. All by herself. When we left the room and talked about how to find her class (her hall wall is the only red one) she didn’t want to make a practice run down the hall to find it. And she didn’t flinch when I said I wouldn’t be with her Wednesday morning. And then she couldn’t wait to tell everyone about her visit. Trust me when I say Emma’s excited about school on Wednesday.
And ya’ll have no idea how excited that makes me.
Awe! Your baby is growing up … so proud of Emma!
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Wow…first grade. That is exciting!
Please give Emma big hugs for us and let her know we are thinking about her. (And as always some for Lexi and you too!)