I just got back from dropping Owen off for his first day of 3yo preschool. It was so quiet in the car on the way home. This was his first year to use the carpool line, and he executed his role like a pro, hopping out of his car seat, giving me a hug and kiss, and heading on his way. He grabbed his teacher Mrs. Dobbs' hand, and she led him toward the building. Just before he went inside, he gave me the gift of a backward glance over his shoulder. He didn't seem scared, just a little bewildered.
My eyes may have welled up a little.
He won't be the only Owen in his class this year. There's an Owen K. too, so I had to write Owen S. on all his things. The school provides the red bags, and Owen is pretty proud of it because he saw all the big kids carrying them around last year.
The mess on the front porch is from the remnants of Tropical Storm Lee. Owen and I flew in from Texas just as he was arriving in Birmingham, and it made for a very bumpy end of flight. I think it was the first time I ever had to look for the barf bag on a plane to make sure it was handy. Not a good feeling. Our luggage got rained on so hard when they took it off the plane that a lot of our stuff inside got wet. Then we got home to discover rain coming in through the back of one of our kitchen cabinets and under our front door.
But here's the upside. As soon as I post this, I'm going to go start cleaning everything up, and I'll be so busy that it'll be 1 o'clock before I know it. And then I can go get Owen.