First day of school

A friend wrote and asked how we did this morning. This is what I wrote:


It's sweet of you to think of us. Sam was great. Took off and didn't look back. She practically flew there she was so excited. I, on the other hand, am feeling rather sad. I'm not worried about her. I miss her. Everybody keeps telling me, "she'll be fine." Yes, I know *she* will. How am *I* going to be? The funny thing is, having Josh isn't making me feel better about missing Sam. Yes, he is nice to snuggle, and maybe I held him longer than he truly needed after he fell asleep for his nap, but it isn't helping the ache I feel without Sam. I was incredibly embarrassed when I cried in front of all the other parents this morning. I just don't *do* that. I am not talking wet eyes, I am talking really crying, and crying all the way back to the car, and off and on all morning. I think I will go spend some money on some clothes for her. Maybe that will make me feel better.

I'm sure seeing Sam happy at the end of school will help me. I am just having a rough day.