Emma by the front door.
Emma was a little chatterbox this morning. She was trying to show off her new backpack, sandals, etc. to the other kids at our bus stop. They were mostly polite, looking at her when she spoke.
But then the bus came. I was very brave until the bus drove away. I'll blame the tears on the hormones. This is my baby girl and I am entrusting her to the school system. That's hard. No one else can possibly appreciate and take care of her like I can.