This is our typical, first day of school outside the house shot; every kid has one.
The bus is stopped, waiting fore her to climb aboard. I can almost hear her thoughts, can't you?
She is so lucky to have a big sister, goading her on, cheering for her, racing down the hill to the bus stop...
This one almost hurts to look at. The anxiety in her face, her curled up little fists. The good news is, this was one brief and flashing moment. 
Just in case you thought Miss K was being ignored, we have a shot or two of her as well- much trickier at her bus stop with casts of thousands (well, at least 10).
And this was my way of fighting back the anxiety of Miss S's bus home being 14 minutes late... smile for me, Dad! For the record, Dad was calm and never once imagined the calamities I gave in to. When did I become anxious Momma???
Miss S reports her first day was great, that she "LOVED IT!" and is excited about returning tomorrow. She was full of news, and remembered more and more fun details to shower us with (which of course we ate up every bit of). I went to my office to set up for school's start for me next week. It was too hard to stick around an empty and quiet house. Still, I didn't cry.
I saw a mom and young girl strolling to get their mail, and then walk hand in hand to their car. I was saddened that I don't have my Monday (day off) sidekick anymore. BUt still, I held it together.
But now that the kids are in bed, my pictures are up, and it is again very, very quiet, I can't quite stop the tears from pouring. When did my girlies get to be so big?
Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge the beautiful girls they are growing up to be. I celebrate every moment (well okay, a lot of moments) and cheer them on as they leap closer toward the fabulous people they are developing into.
But the Momma in me just can't help being a little sad the golden moments of young childhood are coming to a close.
I love you, my girls!
