Perhaps you recall this post from Cordelia's first day of preschool. I remember feeling such a heart wrenching pain as I let my first born child go out on her own. I remember those tears hot and heavy, running down my face as soon as I made it out the door. I remember gazing down at my two month old baby and thinking that I could tell she too would insist on growing up. How agonizing and wonderful it is to watch children grow.
Over the course of the school year I have watched Cordelia develop. She's made friends. She adores her teacher. She knows things that I didn't teach her.
When we dropped her off for her last day of school she was met with happy squeals and greetings from friends. She was so excited to arrive and sad that she had to take the summer off. Her gigantic backpack was a little less gigantic. Her face a little less baby-ish.
She is a kid now. If you ask her she is almost a big kid...so I suppose today is a good day to get a big girl bed.