I actually held it together pretty well. My eyes welled up several times but mostly I was just really proud of her, and enjoyed seeing all the kids that I remember so well from that first day of kindergarten...six years ago...but feels like yesterday.
I needed pictures. I needed this one:
Then I also needed this one:
And of course, her teacher.
And her friends.
And ultimately, just the two of us.
All of the above, combined with a really special elementary school, made for a really wonderful six years. The smell of crayons and paint. Tears every morning in kindergarten (that was exhausting). Having to go to school on fire drill days because Sarah would freak the hell out. A wonderfully warm and fun first grade teacher. Learning to read. The blur of second and third grades when I was in graduate school and had to totally trust her teachers because I didn't have the time to be in tune with what was going on with her in school. (For the record, her teachers were super stars and those were good years for her. I just know almost nothing about them). Fourth grade and all the changes that came about...but Sarah and her group of seven girls in that class had a very special year. Fantastic group of girls in the fourth grade. And then of course this last year. Safety patrol. Ruling the school. Trip to Port A with her class. Her first boyfriend. The works!
And off we go to the uncharted waters of middle school. Wish us luck! With all of these people helping and supporting us, I'm pretty sure we are both going to do fine.