You all know that last week Emily experienced her first day at an ALL DAY, EVERY DAY preschool, right? God, I still tear up typing those words.
Hang on.
Okay ... there we go.
So, after a long day of doing whatever it is that one does in ALL DAY, EVERY DAY preschool, I returned to retrieve her. Now, I have to admit, I kinda expected her to catch a glimpse of me, her eyes would brighten, a smile would cover her face and she would knock over a child or two as she shoved her way through the sunlight room ... just to get to me. Her mother. She would fling herself into my arms and tell me how much she missed me.
Yeah.
That didn't happen.
It went more like this.
"Emily? Emily. Emily ... over here." I waved frantically from the doorway.
She looked my way and rolled her eyes as she turned back to the small snack she was finishing at her table. When she had finally shoved the whole thing in and swallowed it, she did come over to me.
"Emily!" I exclaimed, "Did you have a great first day of school?"
"Yeah." she mumbled, "All except for one thing."
My heart began to race, she missed me ... or another kid was mean to her ... or she hated her teacher. "What? What didn't you like?"
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, magnified to 3 times their normal size because of her glasses, which were smeared ...
"The part when you came to pick me up."
I love you too, Emily.
