I will not break into a rendition of the Annie song, “Tomorrow” because I most definitely do not “love ya, tomorrow.”

Tomorrow is the day my sweet, little, first, baby girl goes to school.

*sigh*

Oh, sorry. I mean…

“Yeah! School is going to be so much fun (it will be) and you are going to have a great time (she definitely will) and make so many friends and learn so many cool things (the possibilities are endless).”

We went shopping for her first day of school today. She got to pick out a new outfit. She picked out a new dress. Naturally. And she told everyone in Target that she is going to wear it tomorrow.

“For my first day of school!” – she practically sang it.

I know she is going to be amazing and it is part of her growing up (and away from me). And I can sit here all afternoon, teary-eyed and tell myself that it will give me much needed alone time with Addie. Em needs a new challenge, to stretch her wings out. To grow. It is so necessary. And it is good.

But why does it have to break my heart so?