We got the letter.
I cried buckets, for this is the end of an era. It signals the start of my girls journey in growing up. I think she is ready, I think I am not ready.
She currently attends preschool every day for three hours but from September she will attend the school nursery and wear a uniform. Growing up.
I've already started amassing the uniform she needs to wear and casually mentioning it to her and how much fun she'll have.
We visited together for an hour and she played and talked to her teacher, she liked it.
It's a wonderful thing and I hope she enjoys the process of learning as much as I do.
She is just realising that she won't be going back to preschool in September but instead going to big School, she cried that she'll miss her best friends and it makes my heart hurt for her because I can remember what it felt like going to school (albeit a year later than she is and to actual school and not just three hours a day) and it's scary stuff. I'm hoping she will have a lot of fun and it'll get her ready for the following year when she has to go.
We missed saying goodbye the her preschool as she got the sickness bug that had been going around the week before (we missed the last two days) so I feel there is no closure for us. Perhaps the ten or so weeks she is off (yep that's right, 10 whole weeks! She starts in October) will help us both forget about the wonderful place she has just left.
It's all beginning, my girls growing up.