So maybe I don't have a smiling, happy drop off picture...but a smile after preschool is surely better than any smile before. The child I picked up at 1pm was not the same little guy I left in shambles at 9am. Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Ms. Sheila.

He hopped in the vehicle, grinning ear to ear, and said,
I had fun! Can I come back to school?

Sure, how about tomorrow?


Since then I have heard about big shovels on the playground for digging in the sand, snack time, lunch time, a boy in a baseball shirt who is a new friend, a toy phone he used to call Lily and let her know he was okay, and a train.


I think a smile at the end of the school day is what really counts!