Last night squished somewhere between the comfort of pillows and the unease with transitions, I found my nerves. Tucked deep within, hiding dormant only to be unveiled by the reality that the morning would bring. So I let it out. Spoke aloud the hodgepodge of feelings that make up a Julie in transit. Lots of uhs, and you knows, and a good deal of circle talking... but because I had a good listener, I was finally able to get the basement of my emotions and look at my most unsettling concerns square in the face. I wasn't ready to miss my specials just yet and I definitely didn't want to share them. But alas...
I woke up this morning with the sun. We all did.
While I really wanted to stage a "weekend coo" declaring coffee and snuggles all morning in bed, I didn't. I put on my big girl panties and embraced this new adventure right here in front of me because whether or not I realized it at the time... I actually had prepared for it.
And even if I was bite-the-heck-out-of-your-bottom-lip kinds of nervous, our girl was more than ready.
And that was something to celebrate. So we did.
Charging on to new beginnings seems far less scary in an army of five.
As for the morning spent listening to all the grand ideas of the tag-a-long little brother? Well, that was quite wonderful.
The Molly-less quiet that attempted to take residence in our home? No worries, Lucy attempted to fill the void with some amped up chatter. The little missy has a lot of BIG opinions.
And for that can't get to your classroom fast enough, hug your face off sort of feeling that greeted us at 2:45 this afternoon after an "awesome" day at school? I wouldn't change it for the world.
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