School

Sam started School last Thursday. I had to tell her to come back and give me a kiss, she was so eager to run in and see what was there. Today was the same. She is definitely ready to dive into it all. She has a very bust week this week, more than I realized when I set it all up, really. On Monday she has Swimming for a half hour in the morning, then School in the afternoon. Tuesday she has gymnastics for 45 minutes in the morning, then school. Wednesday is home, usually play time with her friend Oliver. Thursday this week she has an Audobon class about bugs in the morning for an hour with me, then school in the afternoon. It won’t always be like this. She seems to thrive on it. When she comes home from school she is jazzed and wants to know if she can have more fiends over to the house. Er, I *meant* to type ‘friends.’ Friday is grocery shopping day, or day trips out to the Aquarium or whatever.

Sam loves it all, and makes friends wherever she goes. I am amazed by her.

Yesterday she told me it was a perfect day. The sky was pretty, and the clouds were perfect. The baby clouds were dancing, and the mommy cloud and the daddy clouds were all out dancing around in the sky. I am not doing her words justice. It was indeed the special kind of day she described.

The teachersl read a story about a mom giving her child a kiss on the child’s hand. Whenever the child was missing mom, she could hold her hand to her cheek and know that mom was close. Sam has me kiss her hand now before nap time, and I drew a little heart on the palm of her hand today so she knows I love her all through the day.

All is copacetic here, as they say.h