You started preschool yesterday. We've chosen to send you to an Italian immersion program across town. I was a little nervous about getting there on time, and more than a little excited to see how you would handle your first day. We got there in plenty of time to take pictures, some with your new friend Leon. Then you got comfortable in the classroom, helped yourself to some breakfast, and had a blast in the sandbox. You took the language in stride, using some of your Italian words and asking us when you didn't understand something. "What is the teacher saying?" you asked at one point, when she wanted you to clean up your cereal bowl.
When it was time for parents to leave, we sang a goodbye song together, and off you went on your adventure. You seemed unfazed that I was leaving (Dad had already left at that point), and equally unfazed when I returned to pick you up. You were full of stories, and told me that you loved one of the teachers (the one with the guitar, surprise surprise). I'm so glad it was a good experience! Dad and I couldn't be more proud of you.