Jane had her first day of preschool today. Her favorite outfit (thank you, Gigi!) selected, sweater buttoned, and mouse "pack-kack" with cheese wedge zipper-pulls donned.
We arrived and she set right into an apple painting project with zest. A little smile, wave, and a promise to see me in a couple of hours. I expected to feel sad or emotional, but I just felt at peace. For this, I am grateful. I then proceeded to enjoy 2 hours of alone time in the middle of the day ... a first in eight and a half years. A quick errand, some devotional time at home, and a pot of tea to accompany my almost-finished library book. I could get used to this.
Now I have my lovey back home and we've a few more hours 'til we pick up the "bigs." A little lunch, bagging the simmering chicken stock for the freezer, dinner prep (soccer practice tonight!), and scrubbin' the bathrooms should fill up the time nicely. And maybe if I hurry ... I can squeeze in some read time and polish off that book. Yup. That's my kind of incentive.