Kennedy started Kindergarten yesterday, she has been counting down the days (I have not been quite as exited). She wanted to ride the bus to school on her first day and I thought o.k. that's fine but we won't tell
her we are going to beat the bus there and take pictures of her walking into the school, getting in her locker, signing her name-mostly embarrassing stuff that Darren and I weren't about to miss. Darren and I were waiting at the school with the video camera and camera in hand waiting for out little girl to get off the bus and chased her into the school to get every shot we could. I have to say it was fun to see her so exited. I held up pretty well (the days before leading up to, not so well) anyway on the ride home Darren had his sunglasses on and I looked over and there were a few tears streaming down his face. There is a song that I don't know the exact words to but something like this...when tough little boys grow up to be dad they turn into big babies again. I was very moved by his emotion. I am very lucky to be married to someone who loves his family. Enough mushy stuff. The first day went great, except that Kennedy forgot to get off the bus. I couldn't find her. The bus driver pulled up to her house and Kennedy asked her what all the buses were for, she said what are you still doing on here? Randy (bus driver) brought Kennedy back to my house and dropped her off right at the front door because Kennedy told her I wouldn't let her walk from the road! Kennedy got to open the doors on the bus and had a jolly old time, telling Randy that "my mom is going to be freaking out," freaking out I was. I lost my daughter the very first day of school. What a day!
