"Me too"
We had walked into AUMC 3 years in a row for Preschool Orientation and meet the teacher. But never for Charlotte. Not last year. Brian and I usually turn the parent orientation and meet the teacher evening into a dinner date beforehand, and we did so again for this year's kickoff to the start of preschool. After dinner, down the street from our church, we strolled hand in hand into AUMC to begin the parent orientation night, back into the old familiar surroundings of this preschool which is part of our church. But we quickly saw familiar faces and feelings began to flood our hearts and we knew that being here at this moment meant so much more. This year, our Charlotte gets her "me too." It is her turn to go to school. It is her turn to get dropped off and come home with news and important tid bits of her day in which we were not a part of. It's her turn to wait in a car pool line, have her door opened, pull her school bag on her shoulder and look back with a smile t...