Who knows how many times I’ve done it. If I had to count, I probably could count how many “first days” at school I’ve experienced. With time on both sides of the desk, I suppose I’d have to be now nearing thirty first days.

But I still remember my first first day. Some degree of nervousness, some level of excitement, some small amount of disappointment mixed with a great deal of joy.

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I would like to think the Girl will remember her first first day. That she will remember how the night before her worries and fears melted in the morning to a smile and a paradoxically calm excitement.

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That she will remember her idea to have a desert picnic after dinner. That she will recall her planning and packing for the picnic.

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That she will linger over the memory of cuddling up to her mother, snuggling with her baby brother.

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And that she’ll think of that first day every time she sees an ice cream truck.

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