On September 4, 2007, I wrote this extremely neurotic post detailing the events of that morning – Kate’s first day of preschool.
We were both nervous about taking this new step.
And here we are, not quite two years later, and it’s her last day of preschool. Ever.
She’s happy and excited for today’s end-of-the-year picnic (which my sister has graciously agreed to attend while I am working), and she’s anxious to move on to the next thing, to be done with “baby school,” and to start kindergarten.
I would have thought I’d be wistful and sad about today, and I suppose I’ve had my moments, but really I am just so proud of this girl, and so grateful to see her grow and learn and mature and become even more amazing than she already is.
Watch out, world. Here she comes.
