Poetic

2 days down, a hundred and some odd days to go and I still can't believe she's a Kindergartner. She's doing so well in school compared to the uneven experience she had last year.

It's interesting...every morning we walk out the door, the first thing we see are the Morning Glory blossoms. Ellie and I planted those seeds at the end of last school year and I thought how poetic it was that they bloomed like wildfire on the morning of Ellie's first day of school.