When we left the house, Abby was saying that she was excited about her first day of school. Upon entering the schoolyard, she watched carefully as her big brothers navigated the territory, following them wherever they went. When the bell rang, and Andrew and Ethan ran to join their class lines to head into the building, however, I found a hand eager to hold mine tight.
As it came time to line up and make the march toward the "Kindergarten door," the hand in mine held tighter and her small body pressed close to my leg. I leaned down and whispered a blessing: "The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and give you peace. I love you, Abby." As the youngsters walked through the door, she lingered, uncertain. But then, after every other child had filed by, she suddenly released herself and joined the line, walking purposefully.
I can't wait to hear all about her first day!