The Little Graduate

My  baby graduated from kindergarten Friday night. Seriously. How can this be? I fought tears the entire night, and I am not one who cries over each milestone. But leaving kindergarten behind feels like leaving the last little bit of baby girl behind. I am supremely grateful for the wonderful teacher she has. Rory doesn't come home talking about learning to read or phonics or science. She comes home telling me the Bible stories and the character lessons Mrs. L has taught them. In fact, she thinks everything she's learned about Jesus has been from Mrs. L. I don't know whether to be grateful for everything Mrs. L has done or peeved at the years of family devotions, Sunday School lessons, and Children's Church hours she's clearly forgotten about. :)

I can at least be thankful she still has two her front teeth. They have been loose for several weeks now, and she has been desperately trying to get rid of them in time for her graduation.

I made the bold decision to only use my iPhone for the event, and I wasn't alone. I didn't see one single DSLR there, only iPhones.

Despite the rain, I curled her hair. Cutie pie.

Receiving her diploma

Mrs. L and Ms. W

Uncle Micah graduated from medical school at the exact same time Rory was graduating from kindergarten. I sure wish we could have been in two places at once. Way to go, Micah!