I posted yesterday about it being Gwendolyn's last day of pre-K, and then Blogger went down, and now that post is missing. So I will just repeat myself and apologize to anyone who might have read it the first go round. Honestly though, I don't remember what all I said, so maybe this time will be more poignant or clever. It is possible, it could happen.
Gwendolyn's last day of pre-K was Thursday. The school year flew by and I can't believe it is over. (And I can't believe that she will be starting kindergarten in three months. What happened to my baby!) Although we had not intended on sending her to preschool, it worked out and benefited all of us: Allowing us to get used to school routines and new social interactions. We really lucked out and had fantastic teachers and a school that allowed her to grow and blossom this year.
When I picked her up from school yesterday, her teacher put her in the car and buckled her in then whispered in her ear. I heard Gwendolyn whisper, "I love you too" back. Then as we were pulling out of the parking lot, she took a deep breath and her little voice was shaking and her lower lip was quivering and she said "I just hope Miss Rhonda and Miss Nancy and all my friends will remember me."
Just about broke my heart.
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