"Mommy, I made a friend today"

N's first day of school... ever. A breakfast of specially-requested Frosted Flakes and blueberry muffins, french braids neatly tied off, and off the Z Clan walked to see her to Kindergarten.

I didn't cry. A almost did. She peered after her through the chain-linked fence with a red nose and very pouty lips. She's the Big Sister at home, now, for two-and-a half hours five days a week, barring Chicken Pox or pinkeye.

The morning was filled with introductions, coloring, recess, snack, and comforting a friend who was crying for Mommy.

I held her hand on the way home. Remembering her little tiny hand in mine as a newborn, it seemed so big. How did she become this amazing little girl, who cared enough to comfort a friend during her own first day away from Family?

Pride doesn't describe it.