A change in routine.

This morning I went about my usual week day routine; hit snooze just once on the alarm, shower, dress, pull up hair, make up, teeth, take vitamin, and pack lunch for R and myself. I got E's bag ready and got her dressed as she slept. At 7:45 we left to work. But, I didn't drop E off to my sister, nor did she come to our house. Instead I took her to her very first day at daycare.

As our little family stood in the door way together a million thoughts flashed through my head. Soon enough this will be us dropping her off to pre-school, taking her to her first dance, too sports meets or maybe gymnastics. I didn't panic though. E buried her little face in my legs, squeezing really tight for a few seconds. Then she saw her new play mate and off she went. No kisses. Just a quick wave.

I told R today, "our baby is growing up." I can imagine we will say this as she graduates high school, leaves for college and walks down the aisle to marry the man of her dreams. I am a sentimental fool. But, these moments will only be here for just that, a moment. And this is my way of cherishing itty bitty milestones.

And I was greeted with all good things when I picked her up, including art work! There were no tears all day and she even napped for an hour and a half. When E finally decided to come to me she clung to me like a baby chimpanzee, but still didn't want to leave.

Yes, this one is going in her memory box.

Showing Daddy her artwork. 

Her very first day at daycare couldn't have gone better!

Keep Loving.