I showed up dripping with children, camera in hand. A maniacal mother with bed-head.
She was nervous and my photographing didn't help. I noticed a few minutes in that I was biting my lip. I was nervous for her, too. But there she is, taking in the change like a champ, just as children have done for generations, just as I did when I was her age.
Let it be known, she requested I walk her to class. That may not be the case next year, but I'll take it!
Off you go, love. Break a leg. We'll be waiting for you when you get home.