Miss Priss started Kindergarten this week!
OH, she has been so excited for this!
Here are some pics of the "big day"!
I'll take the blame for the poses: I totally did that when I was five, too.
Pretty brown-eyed girl.
Huge backpack for a little girl, I know. But I wanted to her be able to grow with it.
The school gave us these stickers so the bus drivers and teachers would know where to direct them.
Going out to the bus stop. It's right in front of our house.
SAD, sad, sad.
Broke my heart.
She did this the first two days but didn't the rest of the week.
I felt it was best, overall, for her to ride the bus.
I think the mornings would be MUCH more stressful for everyone if I had to take her.
More yelling and nagging by me, more fussing by everyone, bleh.
Having to wake up both boys from naps to pick her up. More bleh.
So even though I hated seeing this sad, sad face...it will be better overall.
To offset the sad:
Adorable red, wet baby lips, fuzzy hair and blue eyes!
All better. :)
I have to also record this sweet memory about the night before Miss Priss' first day of school:
Both Jonathan and I grew up with the tradition of our father's giving us a Father's Priesthood Blessing before we started the school year, so we wanted to continue that tradition with our children.
So for Family Home Evening Jonathan gave Miss Priss her first and his first Father's School Blessing.
It was a beautiful blessing. Miss Priss was (unusually :) reverent during the whole thing. Jonathan pronounced inspired words telling her of our love and her Heavenly Father's love for her. He blessed her to be a light, a good example, to those around her. He blessed her to be a delight to her teacher.
Afterwards Jonathan and I had a tender moment with Miss Priss, hugging our sweet girl and basking in the Spirit of the Lord that was there, confirming our love and the love of the Lord for her precious spirit.
We could tell that Miss Priss had felt something special, too, as she smiled through her tears. I asked her, "How do you feel?" And she said, "Happy." I told her that what she was feeling was the Holy Ghost telling her how much her Heavenly Father loved her.
It was a sweet, sweet moment that we will never forget.
We love our little girl!