The Princess starts school.......

Oh man, I can't believe I'm actually typing these words....or that this post has the word *school* in it. Time flies, it's just not fair. 

One day they're tiny little bundles of spit up and poop, and the next they're THIS. I know in 14 years I'll be typing "The  Princess Graduates" and I'll look back on this day with tears. Anyway, here it goes. 

Today our Princess started school. Junior Kindergarten, Pre-K, whatever you choose to call it, she's there. She goes to a half day program that the State of Florida provided for all it's 4 year olds. Since Morgan has a late birthday, this is her year!! 

We were very luck and we were able to get her a spot in a great Christian school very close to our home. The curriculum is advanced, and it's just what she needs. Alright, enough talk and onto the pics. 

Here we have the standard, "standing by the door" pic. She was too cute for words, and a little bit nervous too. 

Here is Daddy and his Princess. Thankfully he was home for the big day and he was able to get the day off. He was there to take her, and pick her up. It meant the world to her to have her Daddy there on such a big day. 

Awww, what hams. Zachary escorted his sister into school this morning with us. It was really the first time we've had such a long period of one on one time with him and he had blast. He talked NON-STOP for three hours, but hey, the floor was all his! 

Here's Morgan sporting her backpack. 

And here we go, the tear-jerker. I started crying when I saw this, in real life and in pictures. It's just packed full of emotion. She did great, despite the nerves. She hugged each of us as hard as she could, said I love you and then ran to the window to wave to us as we walked back to the car. I think this is my favorite picture of the day. You can just feel how much they love eachother. 

My father passed away when I was too little to remember, so I cherish the relationship that these two have. Philip is gone quite a bit for the Coast Guard, but regardless they have that unmistakeable bond that only a father can have with his daughter. It breaks my heart and mends it all at the same time. 

When Morgan got home from school she told us all about her Bible lesson for the day and that her favorite subject was Spanish. Maybe we'll have a bilingual little diva running around here before too long!