She starts Kindergarten this week.
And while those baby pictures don't exactly seem like yesterday anymore, they sure don't seem like almost six years ago, either.
We organized all her school clothes this morning, and I kept thinking, "Oh, no, these are all too big" -- because they seemed, well, huge.
So I held them up to her and had her try a few on, and sure enough, they do fit.
I couldn't help but thinking it was a little like looking at baby clothes -- in reverse.
I remember thinking that those newborn clothes were so tiny and I was worried that she'd not be able to fit into them.
And, then she got here, and they were too big.
It seems just yesterday we were reading Good Night Moon and Where the Wild Things Are and Tell Me Again About the Night I Was Born.
Now we're on to Junie B. Jones and Amelia Bedelia -- and there's no way I can memorize all the words to her favorite stories anymore.
She's just as likely to want to listen to a song on the radio as to one of her CDs of children's music.
She has definite ideas about what she wants for her upcoming birthday -- and some of them are things I 've never heard of. She learns about popular culture from her friends, and occasionally has to explain it to us.
As we snuggled in bed tonight, she told me -- as she has for the past few nights -- how nervous she is.
She worries about whether there will be "mean kids," whether I've gotten everything she needs, and whether they will get to do "fun stuff."
In short, she worries about whether she's ready.
But not me. I know she's ready.
I'm not sure I'm ready for her to be ready, but she is.