The First Day of School

It's the first day of school. The Sweet Girl would die of embarrassment if I blogged her picture, so you'll have to settle for a Norman Rockwell print. I feel for that mama in the picture -- I feel just like her today. I vividly remember walking the Sweet Girl to kindergarten; watching her go inside with her class, waving wildly to me, and my slightly sniffly and tear-y walk home alone. I was excited for her, and missing her terribly at the same time: that little very-first-day-of-school milestone marked her getting on the path of leaving us someday. Roots and wings, I chanted. Roots and wings...

Today that little girl started high school; she's a officially a freshman as of 8:15 am. Sheesh, where does the time go? I've got that sniffly feeling again this morning.

Roots and wings. Roots and wings. Roots and wings....