There Goes My Life.

I thought I was prepared for this day. Originally I was going to title this blog "First Day Of School!" (Emphasis on the exclamation point.) After all, I've been waiting for this day for five and a half years. Finally I could have "a life".
Wrong! All the errands that I was going to run now have to be put on hold because I'm finding it hard to compose myself.
I guess I should start at the beginning. We've been counting down the days for school to start for the past month. And all along I had been just as excited as the kids were. Just thinking of all the things I'd be able to accomplish each day...well, I have been giddy with anticipation. Last night, Adam gave each of the kids a Fathers blessing.( A Back to School tradition Adam and I both had when we were kids.) The Spirit was felt so strongly in our home. It was a very special and emotional experience for all of us. Afterwards it felt like Christmas Eve. We were all "Too excited to sleep."
Twas the night before school and all through the house, the Gurrs were so happy, they wanted to shout! The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of freedom danced in mom's head.
The morning went off without a hitch. Everyone was ready for School a half hour before we needed to be. We had time to take plenty of pictures, get an extra snack, go to the bathroom (again). Time was going too slow. "When Can we go to the bus stop?"
All this time I am still as excited as they are. Finally the time comes. The kids all wanted to ride to the bus stop on the Ranger. ( I guess, to give themselves an element of coolness)
The bus pulls up at the stop, filled with friends from primary. My kids run on before I can get a picture of them in front of the bus. (great the whole scrapbook page will be ruined!) The bus driver let me step on the bus and take a picture, but I couldn't even see my kids. They'd already found their friends, and they didn't even wave goodbye. I steped off of the bus and it drove away. That's when It hit me, "There goes my life."
I cried as I drove home from the bus stop. I cried when Adam called, and I told him how great the kids did getting on the bus, And as I write this, I continue to cry.
I'm gonna miss those crazy kiddos. I will miss them for three hours, every day, for the next nine months.