Freshman Year and I'm Not Ready

My baby started high school today and I’m having ALL the feelings.

Freshman Year and I’m Not Ready

Look at her standing there like she owns the place. She probably does. She definitely gets that confidence from me (and maybe a little from Marcus’s stubborn streak).

I took approximately 47 photos this morning because this is FRESHMAN YEAR and it’s a big deal and I needed documentation.

Last minute backpack adjustments while Dad packs lunch

Marcus was being his usual supportive self, making her lunch and pretending he’s not also emotional about this milestone. We’re both trying to play it cool but internally we’re screaming.

She walked out that door this morning looking so grown up it physically hurt. When did my little girl who used to draw pictures for my lunch notes turn into this confident young woman who straightens her hair and knows how to contour? (Okay fine, I taught her the contouring, but still.)

Freshman year, here we come. Sophie’s ready. I’m… working on it.