

When we went inside the school, we met up with Noah, his buddy from down the street. They gave each other good luck high fives and were grinning from ear to ear with excitement.
Inside the classroom, Brady found his seat and I found my courage not to cry. I think I had already cried so much this summer that there were absolutely no more tears left. It was just like when I cried so much at our wedding rehearsal that I could not even recite my vows; but, at the actual ceremony, I was perfectly calm.
I think it helps to know that I am leaving Brady in good hands. I've heard from numerous people that Mrs. Read is one of the best teachers at Birkes and feel that her personality will mesh well with Brady's perfectionist nature. It's also reassuring to know that Mrs. Read has two little boys at home almost the same ages as Brady and Cash so I know she will be a loving and nurturing teacher. Because of these things and more, it was easier for me kiss Brady goodbye and walk away.
When I picked him up, he was ecstatic. Brady loved every minute of his new journey. He ran up to me so silly and excited with both arms waving in the air and gave me the biggest of hugs. He talked to me a mile a minute the whole way home about his first day. My favorite quotes were: "Mommy, I didn't make any friends because I wasn't allowed to TALK" and "Mommy, I missed you so much that I told my teacher twice that I wanted to see you!"
When I asked Brady what his favorite part of the day was he didn't say the expected recess, lunch or art; he instead adamantly replied, "Learning." Go, Brady!
That night, I even received a call from Mrs. Read saying that Brady had a fabulous first day. Her exact words were, "Brady is so precious. He's a doll and I don't know how I will ever be able to tell him no. Please give him an extra hug from me tonight!" How sweet is that?!?!