Can we talk about the fact that my baby is no longer a baby? She is eight years old and as confident and fearless as she wants to be. She is everything her mother dreamt of being and more. She is my dream personified.
And today she starts 3rd grade.
I know that right now she’s nervous and a bit taken back by everything currently coming her way. A new school where she doesn’t know anyone. A new neighborhood where she, again, doesn’t know anyone. A new teacher that doesn’t know her. It’s all new and a little bit scary. But she’s taking it all in stride. And I couldn’t be more proud.
Here’s to a magnificent year filled with new adventures and new friends. And lots and lots of fun.