I was having an unfortunate hair day yesterday, so a hat was in order. And the girls wanted to follow suit. Emily, on the right, wore one of mine, and Allie wore one of Daddy's. Who knew, the simple act of wearing a hat, would get them so excited. It is the little things, I tell you, that could bring a smile.
In other news, I had a bit of a rough night last night. We had Meet the Teacher and it went great. Allie went to that school last year, except this year she will be in the Pre-K program, and Emily will be starting preschool, her first year attending. Allie and Emily will only be one grade apart, and I am excited that they will be so close to each other in school.
But, the rough night started when I got home.. and during the night... with the thoughts keeping me awake. My youngest baby starting school. My oldest growing more independent. And I am so thrilled, proud, and awed by them every day.
And the time slips by us so fast. And I worry about Tuesday, when I drop them both off. When I walk away from them, down the hall, out of the door, down the steps, and to my car. And they are not in the backseat. And I don't know what they are doing, are they okay, and do they need me.
And they will be fine. And they will learn lots of new things. And they will grow strong, and confident. And they always know I am near. And I love them.
And no matter how big they get, they will always be my babies.