Last Friday, Emmalynn graduated from preschool. Nine months of preschool have passed in a blink of an eye.
Emmalynn has grown and matured so much this year. It’s hard to believe my little monkey managed to sit quietly in circle time and not swing from the ceiling and somehow she learned to read and write too.
I remember a similar bittersweet feeling when Allana left preschool four years ago.
Miss Sharon and Miss Barbara offered me words of comfort when they promised to still be there when Baby Run DMT #3 starts preschool in 4 years.
I really hope so.
People often comment on how much my two girls look alike. Whenever I send friends and family members photos of my girls, the photos of my 4 y.o. are often mistaken for old photos of my oldest. Although I acknowledge the resemblance, it wasn’t until last week when I snapped pictures of my 4 y.o. at preschool that I had a déjà vu moment.
When I dropped Emmalynn off for her first day of preschool, I knew she was in good hands with her teachers, especially since I provided a 
