So here it is - the very 1st day David goes off to school.
When I woke him up this morning, he shot up out of a deep sleep and exclaimed "1st day of school. I don't want to be late - where are my clothes?"
Last night,he asked God to help him remember all the things he needed to remember. Then, as I turned and asked if he wanted to talk about anything else before going to bed he said no, then briefly got teary eyed and said he would miss me tomorrow. I will miss him too.
There he goes - my first born - off into the world. Surprisingly, I felt no anxiety. (I spent most of the wee hours this morning pleading the Lord's protection over him)
A gradual letting go of my baby bird. Fly little one. Fly.
