Yesterday Savannah started kindergarten.

She put on her new owl outfit, backpack blue and was out the door.

The school with its expanse of grassy fields and metal playgrounds made her look small.

But her expression, the way she ran ahead of me, told me she is bigger than her surroundings.

Of course there was a moment.

While she waited for time to speed up and for teachers to open doors, there was a moment.

When her hands were nervous, and her pretty heart was all mine.

When she looked up to see if I was still near.

And I was.

I was taking pictures. Trying to slow time.

When we got to her class she “posed” under the peacock.

And then I went home.

I was fine. She was fine. Nobody even cried.

Am I allowed to do that?

Not cry?

My baby, my youngest sweet, silly, crazy is going to school and I am not gonna cry.

Because she’s totally ready.

I am totally ready.

This morning she rode the bus.

Josh went into work late so he could stand on a street corner and wait with her.

So he could sit Savannah and big backpack blue on his knee.

So he could tickle and get pictures taken.

Daddy knows how to make us all smile.

She watched as the bus rounded the corner.

Before we could blink, she had found her seat and was waving wildly, her excitement infectious.

A blur in my camera, a moment moving past me I took a picture.

Trying to slow time.