She stands there with a serious look on her face the morning of her first day of pre-school. It has been raining all morning but the clouds pause just long enough for a picture. She is four years old. She is calm and quiet. She is going to be fine. I ask if she would like to take the bus home today or if I should pick her up. She says she's taking the bus. I am surprised and caught a little off guard. I don't know the bus number or where it will deliver her. I am the nervous one. She's so small she's going to bounce all over the place. She is so excited. She is going to have a great day. The bus dropped her off right in front of the house. Yipee!
