After almost three weeks of school, I actually got a little teary-eyed today. My beautiful 5-year-old has let me drop her off each day. With a hug, a kiss and an I love you to both Rory and I, she grabs her backpack, puts in on her back and strolls into school all by herself. She looks so big and yet so small, but I am so very, very proud of her. She has stories to tell and people to talk about, almost every day. She was even a little sad that Monday was a holiday and she had to miss school.