It’s the night before . . .
The night before everything changes forever for my little family. The night before nothing will ever be the same. And I can’t help feel a little melancholic and a little sentimental – perhaps even a little dramatic.
Tomorrow Olivia starts preschool.
And I know that sounds like a trifle in the spectrum of things that could happen. But, it’s the start of something so big – HUGE – really . . . the start of Baby Goose’s formal education.
And isn’t that a monumental thing?
For years and years to come she will have “back to school” days and the end of summer, and christmas vacations, and recess and second period and freshman year and so forth and so on . . .
And baby girl will never again be all mine every day. I will have to compete.
And that makes me a little sad.