
the first last day of school
On my daughter’s first day of preschool last fall, she was understandably nervous — we all were. As we walked up the sidewalk, another little girl ran up to her and said, “It’s my first day of school, too. Do you want to hold hands and walk in together?” At that my heart burst, and the tears I’d been holding back filled my eyes. They walked into the building together, and I knew they were going to be just fine. Continue reading the first last day of school