The Only One Not in School

Well, it's official. I'm the only one in my family not in school. I just dropped Emma and Isaac off. Brandy took Paul and Rebekah with her.
I've been saying for a while know that Emma, our kindergartner, is "socially advanced" for her age. Today I have more proof. She insisted I drop her off at the front doors of the school and not walk her to her classroom. She was on campus last year and knows where to go, she said. Plus she said it would be embarrassing for her to have me drop her off. Isaac is not even to that stage yet! And if Paul and Rebekah are there neither will admit it to my face.
I made Emma let me bring her to class and the whole ordeal didn't scar her -- at least I don't think it did. She was so confident and assertive that I forgot it was THE FIRST DAY for most of her scared looking classmates. When we walked in, the room was almost full and you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. Poor kindergartners. Maybe some of Emma's confidence will rub off on them.
Last night I gave the family blessings to start the school year. Do you want to guess who started cracking up two sentences in their blessing? If you guessed Brandy, then you are right. I love that woman. I had to pause, however, to regain my own composure. It's her first day in the classroom as a teacher and her students are in unbelievably good hands.
At one point in Emma's blessing I told her she would have the opportunity to eat lunch with her grandmother during the school year. I didn't know that they had already scheduled a date for TODAY. After I said those words I felt Emma pat my hand with hers.
I don't know what it is about the first day of school but it is always filled with magic. It was nice to experience again. I guess I'll head off to work now.