This is it. The night before the first day of school for the oldest little. My first born will start the 8th grade tomorrow.
It will be the first time EVER that I have not driven her to her first day. She wants to be big and cool and ride the bus with her new cousin that just joined our family through a wonderful marriage.
I can't deny her that right though. The right to spread her wings and fly. We went to meet the teacher night tonight. Then we had dinner just the two of us. We talked about grown up things and childish things.
We asked each other random "slumber party" questions. Like, if you had to eat something every day for the rest of your life what would it be.
What would yours be?
And we talked about boys, hair, clothes...all that good stuff. Stuff I only get to talk about with my oldest.
I appreciate this little moment of time we had. I love having all my kiddos together at one time and watching them play. But...
I've said it before, and I'll say it again...
I love having time with each of them seperately too!
So good luck tomorrow big 8th grader! I love you and I know you'll be amazing!