And so a new school year begins. She picked her outfit. She complained of a nervous tummy. But she got on the bus without even a glance back at us. She is growing up too fast. There is a part of me that wants to grab her and hold on tight. Tell her to slow down because adulthood comes oh so fast. I know she won't listen though. So I watch and try to make memories of every little thing because she's in first grade and getting so big. I almost cried as the bus pulled away. I know she'll be fine. That she'll love meeting her new teacher and seeing who will be in her class. But what about me... I hope that she will miss me a little bit because I am missing her.