One of the things I love most about being a Mom is those ‘firsts’ that I get to witness. I remember last summer when we took Grace to Elitch Gardens and I sat next to her on her first ‘pseudo’ roller coasterride. All I wanted to do was watch her face and the shear delight spread all over it. Her grin was from ear to ear and she could barely contain her squeals. I love those moments. They ‘make’ motherhood for me.

Today was her first day of preschool. Of course every other day this summer she wakes up with the sunshine but this morning she slept in. She’s a dangerous bear to wake so I approached this one cautiously.

Once she finally roused we were in a bit of a rush so of course Murphy’s Law rules and she had to challenge me on what to wear (she won – duh)…and to eat…

“Grace, do you want oatmeal or cereal for breakfast?”

“I want Pancakes!”

All right, who taught this girl how to capitalize? I mean, how could I say no?? I had intended to make a special breakfast before the time crunch and it’s like she sniffed me out. She compromised with french toast, strawberries, syrup and whipped cream.

Daddy was able to go into work a little late so he could be a part of the special morning as well. We took our very first ‘first day of school’ pictures and piled in the car.

Once we got there she practically ran to her classroom, barely turned around to say ‘Bye Mom’ and she was in the thick of it. Huh?  That’s it?  No shyness, tears, drama? I just stood there like a dummy for a minute, this time I was grinning from ear to ear. I love these moments. I’m so proud of my girl – she is my heart.