The Wheels on the Bus

The first "real" day of school went off without a hitch. After bus stop reports of throwing up, crying and all manor of nervous manifestations, I'm happy to say Emma had none of those. Mom and I were probably feeling the worst of the stress. I have to admit, I was a little sad to see her board that yellow vehicle. As the seeds of independence begin to sprout, I long for the needy little girl. The sadness is tempered by the anticipation of seeing her get off that bus and (hopefully) tell me all about her fist day.