first day of school...
the big drop off happened today...
It was Aly's first day of pre-school, so she was grinning with nostrils flaring in delight. She got a new back pack (Barbie and a bunch of other mythological princesses). Her hair was put up in pony tails with a pink bow compliments of Heidi, the bows-in-the-hair specialist. I just wish you could have seen her smile. Dimples deep. Teeth barely showing under taut lips trying to hold back the exileration of finally being able to go to school like her older sister.
Kami must have kissed me 20 times this morning. Ok, I initiated half of those smooches, but the rest were her doing. She loves school. In fact, when we were visiting her class on Monday and getting a little orientation, she had to pick her desk. She picked the desk front and center...she wants front row attention and first rate education. She was a little less exuberant this morning. This was old hat for a girl who is starting her third year of school (that counting pre-school). She strutted over to her classmates standing in line like it was her job. She's experienced.
Taylor sat back and watched her sisters preparing to leave her alone in the nest. She kept saying, "Bye, bye sissy's". If she could, she would strap on a backpack and take the school by storm, but for now, she must stay at home and keep an eye on Heidi.
Whatever it was inside my girls eyes this morning, whatever was etched on there soft, tan faces, whatever gave them the bounce in their step as they walked across the parking lot to school, whatever caused them to laugh with that machine gun giggle...that's what I never want to lose. The expectancy, the adventure, the zest, the unadulterated joy...I must pursue these things until my dying day. I don't think the faith of a child was the only thing Jesus was interested in encouraging. I think it was the heart of a child at the core...a heart that loves without reservation, forgives without remembering, and plays without self-consciousness.
I want today to be like my daughters first day of school.
It was Aly's first day of pre-school, so she was grinning with nostrils flaring in delight. She got a new back pack (Barbie and a bunch of other mythological princesses). Her hair was put up in pony tails with a pink bow compliments of Heidi, the bows-in-the-hair specialist. I just wish you could have seen her smile. Dimples deep. Teeth barely showing under taut lips trying to hold back the exileration of finally being able to go to school like her older sister.
Kami must have kissed me 20 times this morning. Ok, I initiated half of those smooches, but the rest were her doing. She loves school. In fact, when we were visiting her class on Monday and getting a little orientation, she had to pick her desk. She picked the desk front and center...she wants front row attention and first rate education. She was a little less exuberant this morning. This was old hat for a girl who is starting her third year of school (that counting pre-school). She strutted over to her classmates standing in line like it was her job. She's experienced.
Taylor sat back and watched her sisters preparing to leave her alone in the nest. She kept saying, "Bye, bye sissy's". If she could, she would strap on a backpack and take the school by storm, but for now, she must stay at home and keep an eye on Heidi.
Whatever it was inside my girls eyes this morning, whatever was etched on there soft, tan faces, whatever gave them the bounce in their step as they walked across the parking lot to school, whatever caused them to laugh with that machine gun giggle...that's what I never want to lose. The expectancy, the adventure, the zest, the unadulterated joy...I must pursue these things until my dying day. I don't think the faith of a child was the only thing Jesus was interested in encouraging. I think it was the heart of a child at the core...a heart that loves without reservation, forgives without remembering, and plays without self-consciousness.
I want today to be like my daughters first day of school.
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