Dear Ruby,
This morning was so much fun, wasn't it?
There are far too many ways to be profound and self reflective and to mourn the passing of your baby years, but I chose today to embrace the beauty of the moments. The beauty of you and Gavin wandering up to my room at 5:30am because Gavin wanted to snuggle with you, you didn't want to, so somehow all of us ended up in my double bed. The beauty of discovering the alarm hadn't gone off and rushing to make it to school on time with less than 15 minutes. The beauty of getting completely ready in six minutes flat, only to realize when I grabbed my phone to take the "First Day of School" photo for posterity that Gavin had changed the time on the alarm and we still had another hour before we had to leave.
The beauty of holding your hand while you got up the courage to stand in line and make new friends, again.
The beauty of picking you up and discovering not only do you love your teacher, but you'd already made a friend you could hardly say goodbye to! The beauty of understanding that sharing your day with you as a spectator and not as the stage director is a wonderfully satisfying evolution of our relationship.
I love you forever and always,
Mama
