Our day yesterday began a bit earlier than normal. By 5:30 a.m. there was a flurry of activity as the kids rose in great anticipation of their
first day of school.
Donned in school uniforms and new shoes with bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils, khokis (take a stab at what these are) and lunch pails carried in book bags the “taxi” was back in service.
Blake, beginning Grade 1 and wearing the full school uniform for the
first time, confessed his excitement and anxiety during the pre-school chatter. It wasn’t long before he was settled in his new classroom and gaining confidence in what lies ahead……
Skyler’s prayer to have at least one friend from last year in her class this year was abundantly answered as she brewed with excitement upon realizing the whole “sticker club” (her closest friends that trade stickers for kicks) would brave
Grade 4 at her side. This would certainly be a
first for her.
And precious little
Victoria finally able to attend school on the same
first day as her big brother and sister climbed enthusiastically into the car on her way to the beginning of
Pre-K…..
All returned home full of stories from the
first day of school. Mom and Dad grateful it went so well and expectant of a wonderful year for all 3.
Foolish to think this would be our only
“firsts” today. As Skyler and Tori played late in the afternoon, Tori took a tumble off the bed and hit her head. (that is why monkeys aren’t supposed to jump on the bed). She gave us a fright and oh what a sight of my babies blonde hair streaked with blood.
Off to the ER we rushed, fortunately the cut was not too deep….3 staples would close it. Typical child stuff I suppose but another
first for us and prayerfully the last.
When our heads finally hit the pillow I gave a prayer of thanks for God’s army of angels watching over us. Grateful our day of
firsts was over and hopeful for the dawning of an uneventful day!
