They were a little apprehensive about going to a new school, but after a day and a half (Fridays are always early out) they were happy and hopeful.
Shea gave blessings to me and the boys on Wednesday evening, and it was a very special experience. My boys are getting old enough to realize and appreciate the importance of the priesthood in our home, and they are really learning to recognize the Spirit. Lucy, seeing everyone else crying, was adamant that she did not want a blessing. I wonder what was going on her curly little head.
After the complaining and whining I heard from my princess all morning, I did not have high hopes that she would actually stay in her class and let me leave. I knew she would love her darling teacher...if Lucy would just give her a chance. I must say I was extremely surprised that she walked in to the room (stuck to the back of my skirt) and smiled when her teacher was so happy to see her. It didn't take Lucy long to warm up, leave my side, and not shed a tear for the whole 2 hours 15 minutes.
I shed enough tears for both of us. I didn't even make it out to the car when the tears started. As much as I hate it, my kids are growing up. And I have to let them. And I have to act as excited and brave as they are when they try new things. And it's hard!



They may all be a little goofy, but they are mine--and I couldn't love them more!!





