School

The day I have been dreading for, probably since the day my first child was born, is here. School. Full time school. Overall, I have handled today much better than I thought I would but I have spent a good week mourning this day so I think I was finally pretty ready.

It is a whole change of seasons for us. We now have a schedule, will need a routine, and will be missing one child each day. It means being in a vehicle daily, an adjustment of friendships, addition of new friends, teachers, and a whole slew of new people in our life.

But, we enjoyed our last day of our "old life" to the fullest.

We played outside of our home, next to the cornfields. Eating apples from our apple tree. Feeding our chickens the cores when done. Ran through the pivot on our side road. Talked and sang and danced and just loved our time with each other. In the afternoon we took one last trip to the splash pad and met up with some family who was in the area school shopping. It was just the best day.

A few nights before school we went to Payton's open house. We got to meet her teacher, some classmates, see friends, and tour the school. It was so fun and prepared us for our new journey.

And then, today happened. Despite trying to stop it or slow down time, the time to go to school still happened. Payton was so, so excited but also very nervous. She couldn't fall asleep last night. I laid with my sweet baby until almost 10 when she finally crashed. It was bittersweet.

I have nothing but high hopes of this year. She will totally love school and just have the best year. When she grows up she wants to be so many things. Mostly, a mother (to about 20 kids), a farmer, a teacher, and live in a house she builds right by our chicken coop (so she can bring me eggs when she visits each morning). Please make all your dreams come true, sis.

We are already missing having her at home. It feels like a piece of our body is missing.

This will be a special time for me with the boys though and we will remind her that we miss her. Today, we made cookies for snack when she gets home. That was quite the ordeal in itself. Our youngest decided to turn the mixer on full blast while simultaneously knocking over the flour. It lead to a huge mess and a flour explosion. We all had to change clothes after.

We can already laugh about it now and Riley can't wait to tell Payton all about flour going all over the kitchen.

2019/2020 school year, we weren't ready for you but here we come! May our year be so blessed, so fun, and just the best.