He was so anxious and excited, he could barely stand still. I was so anxious, my mind was racing through every last minute reminder I could think of.
He looked so grown up. So much older than just a few days ago.
By 3:45, I was waiting
He grabbed my hand and talked all about his day, so quickly I could barely take it all in. Talked about the friends he made, the games he played, the things he learned.
Then he crashed. He curled up with as much food as his little belly could handle. Ate and ate and ate and just snuggled.
It was the first. And we made it through in one piece. One 179 more to go.