Then she asked to have her picture taken with her dress, no matter that she was going to get her picture taken IN her dress tomorrow. So pictures where taken, bedtime stories were read and kisses and hugs were given. I thought this is good, I'm feeling alright not to bad. Until I woke up this morning and went to work out. 3 miles later and I had to shut down my tears twice. Even looking at a picture of her as a baby on my dresser got me going. I pulled it together and when I got home I showered and put on my game face, no way was I going to let her see me cry, I didn't want her to think something was wrong.
So we all got ready, ate breakfast, yelling insured when we started to run late and per usual someone was missing a shoe, that was me, Arlo was mad about being done with breakfast and Cece's was rethinking her outfit. So to rectify the situation I high tailed everyone out to the front yard for pictures. Cece was refusing to take a picture with her brother because in her words he "doesn't smile" which is true. So as you can see she was forcing him.
So now running late we head off to school, I drop the boy off at daycare and meet Cece and Nate at the school rock that had a line of people waiting to get their picture taken in front of it. Apparently this is a thing, it is now our thing as well.
We of course were the last parents to bring our kid in (go figure) and we rushed Cece to put her backpack away and got her to her desk. I said my good-bye not wanting to get in trouble but as we were walking out she yelled for Nate and being that he is Nate and doesn't care how late he makes the class and the fact he was the only parent left in the room, he walked back over and said his own good-bye and took his time. That was when I lost it, I snapped the picture and knew I couldn't watch anymore. Luckily Nate caught up to me and being Nate laughed at my tears.
This girl, this tiny little girl entered our lives and just turned our world upside down. She was an infant who loved to be swaddled and read too. She took her first steps at 11 months old and never stopped. She wraps her arms around your neck for a good snuggle when you wake her up in the morning. She sounds like she drank a fifth of whiskey and has a slight twang to her words, still not sure where this comes from. She is our early riser and late night owl. She is simply our girl and today we knew we had done something right because she was a trooper. She was pumped and independent and was all about this new adventure.
We were proud parents today. After the ice cream date with Henry and Ashley, after she was scolded twenty thousand times for annoying her brother when we got home, after shower and bedtime stories I let her know just that; that we were so very proud of her.
We survived, or more accurately I survived. I never got it, never understood why parents were so emotional on this day, I get it now, I totally get it.
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