Alana is at her first day of kindergarten and I'm sad. I can't say that postpartum hormones aren't playing at least a small role in my steady flow of tears, but its mostly that I miss Alana. So does Ava. She keeps crying that she misses her, but if Alana were here Ava would be trying to bite her. Our morning was a little hectic and rushed, but for Alana it was tear free and exciting. She proudly walked into her classroom with her puppy backpack and princess lunchbox, then when she went out to the playground she hugged me and waved bye and I had to wear sunglasses to hide my tears from the general public.
Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to watch Handy Manny with Ava while we both cry about how much we miss Alana.