In all my life, I never imagined the first day of pre-school to go like this. I imagined myself crying as my first (and only) baby put on her big-girl clothes and went off to her first day of school. I figured she'd cling to my leg, and that I'd cry all the way home. It was nothing like that.
I woke to the sound of thunder and noticed, though it wasn't visible through the clouds, the sun had come up. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 10:30 AM. Good thing we didn't have morning class! I went into the living room and saw Chloe curled up on the couch watching the credits of Tinkerbelle (somehow when it storms at night ANYWHERE but her own bed calms her nerves). "Is it morning?" she asked sleepily. "Yeah," I said. She smiled. She knew it was her first day.
We got our lazy butts around and got ready, and headed off to school. It was pouring rain, and we had all the first day supplies to lug with us. She was all smiles, though.