Preschool!

My baby girl started preschool last Friday. The days leading up to this day were not fun for mommy. I cried several HARD cries and had several random breakdowns. The worst being while I was at the grocery store one day buying snacks for her lunch. It hit me what I was doing and it broke my heart. I boo hoo'd the whole way home.
She seemed so excited about going though so I knew I was doing the right thing. When Friday morning, August 6th rolled around, I felt knots in my stomach and lumps in my throat bigger than I thought existed!!!! We had gone and met her teachers, Ms. Pam and Ms. Shannon, the day before and she couldn't wait to go for her 1st day!
Daddy even stayed and went with us that morning to take her.







She seemed great all the way up until we put her lunchbox down and I started to walk out. Then, the tears started. And, they weren't just tears. The tears came with holding my leg, screaming for me not to leave her and sobbing. I was trying to be strong, so I took her out of the classroom, (well, actually, I think she was running out after me at this point) and sat her down and told her that she was going to be fine and that she would have so much fun and that I would be back to get her very shortly.
This didn't work...at all.
She was still sobbing, yelling, flailing, etc. Yes, I had "the kid" that everyone was staring at!!!!
So, Ms. Shannon saw what was happening and came and just took her. She told her that she would take her to see Ella Claire and Greyson right down the hall. She was still screaming as I walked out the door and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I had to leave. I knew it was best for her.
I cried for a while, but then realized she was okay. Rachel Fontenot checked on her and said she was already okay and it'd been less than 5 minutes.
Since then, she has loved every single minute of it. She gets so excited about going and hardly wants to leave when I pick her up, although she gets REAL excited when she sees me at the door.
I love this time in her life. I want her to remember it forever. The hardest part is seeing her grow up so quickly right in front of me. Every time I pick her up from school, I feel like she's grown even more. She seems smarter, more independent, etc.
I want her to learn and have so much fun, but it's hard to let her go!
I thank God every day for being with her and giving her excitement that I was afraid would take a lot longer to come. She's such a big girl and I fall more in love with her every day.