First Day of School | Project 52

It was his first day of school.  

There were tears.  Unexpected emotion. 

I really don't quite know what I was feeling, which was odd for me.

I'm not sure he quite knew what he was feeling either...

Now that a few weeks have passed, he has settled right into his life in school...

...and I've settled into having afternoons free to work while the babies are sleeping...

What I still haven't gotten used to is that bus pulling away with my skinny little carrot top in tow.

I haven't gotten used to the feeling of independence he has now.  The pride he feels in being able to walk across the road himself.

I haven't gotten used to walking inside and feeling the silence in the house.   (though it is nice...)

I haven't gotten used to the daily emails from the PTO and the daily homework to wade through each afternoon.

I waited so long to write this post, because I didn't know what to feel.

I still don't know what I feel.

All I know is that I feel strongly.

I feel a lot of heart tugging when that bus pulls away each day.

Perhaps I can't describe it because it is just simple.

I guess a lot of it is just love.  I feel love.

The rest?  Maybe someday I'll figure it out...

...and on a side note...this is officially post #500
Happy 500 Bday to me!  :)