I heard Keira up and moving about before 7am this morning. By the time I’d gotten up she’d made her bed, cleaned her room, and she met me in the hallway already dressed in her uniform. When I looked at her, I knew. She was ready. More than ready.
This is why, I think, I was dry-eyed today when we said goodbye. I feel I need to repeat this: I did not cry; didn’t even come close. Sure, my heart did a few extra thumps, and if I sit here long enough, raking through my emotions, I could get teary. But I won’t.
She did me proud, too. After the difficult few years of preschool, I had steeled myself for all sorts of scenarios, and while she did hold on very tightly, and ask for extra kisses, she eventually let go and turned around to listen to her teacher, as class was starting.
{I apologise for the lateness of this post, for I can see one certain family member has repeatedly visited today looking for the re-cap! Our internet was down, and I’ve been out most of the day}
